laughing soul

A few days before the peace talks, Latu, Shaman Chuanki, and Mr. Yalf discussed the bargaining chip issue in private, so that they almost reached an agreement on the negotiation conditions and the minimum bottom line, except for one point.

The Pope of the West has specifically ordered that if one mu of land can be obtained from Dai Viet, less money or even no money is possible. In the future, treaty ports will be opened in these coastal states and counties, and direct face-to-face earning is better than going through the long ancient silk I don't know how many times the road transportation has improved, so why not come to silver?

It's a pity that those two idiots were stunned by the white money, and they insisted on refuting. In addition, Qiu Sheng obviously put on the attitude of "Although I proposed the peace talks, it is not impossible to fight" Well, the Pope didn't want to travel long distances to waste people and money, so he could only follow his way.

Western ghosts have always bullied the weak and feared the strong, and the Pope is the best among them in carrying out this concept to the end.

Yalf looked at the unintentional things on the negotiating table. Besides, in this battle, the Western navy did not even disembark the battleship except for a few cannons to bomb people. The envoy of the friendly army who was killed, he must not be able to reap any benefits from it, so he simply sat in silence and sat with his arms folded, listening to the noise at both ends.

After a few rounds, Yalf raised his head and stared at Qiu Sheng on the opposite side, his eyes tightened a bit.

It is said that there is a quarrel at both ends, but in fact only Latu and Shaman Chuanmu are gesticulating and yelling. Whenever they unintentionally speed up the progress of the peace talks, Qiu Sheng will deliberately slow down the speed of speech and slow down the entire negotiation. The temperature of the table dropped, and this smoothly cut off the other party's train of thought.

When he spoke, his tone was calm and gentle, revealing a little bit of unquestionable majesty, but it didn't make people feel overly oppressed.He folded his hands on the rosewood table, tapped his fingers rhythmically on the table, his expression was calm, as if he had completely controlled the whole situation in his own hands.

Yalf felt that the hairs all over his body were about to explode. Isn't this kid a demon king who always spends his days and nights?Isn't he a young new king who can't govern the country?Now what is this moth?What about the gang of informants in the imperial court who lied to ghosts?

"It's all about this, I ask you to open the skylight and speak brightly, instead of talking harshly. Don't you know the situation in my country? Haven't you figured it out? Why bother? How about tricking out all kinds of tricks to tell me the truth?"

Chu Yu instinctively felt that he had something to say next, and looked at him for a while without saying a word.Qiu Sheng tapped on the table twice, and bent her right thumb and index finger: "Finish this first."

Chu Yu squinted at the menacing envoy of the enemy country, turned his wrist and squeezed lightly a few times: It's not good to be in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, the little brat pretended not to see it, turned his head calmly, and Shi Shiran took a sip of hot tea.

He turned his head back weakly, whispered birdsong to the shaman Chuanmu for a while, then turned to Yalf and chirped in Western language for a while, this time was enough for Latu to say Qiu Sheng slowly word by word. The words came back.After a while, the expressions of these three people were all surprised and unspeakable to varying degrees.

They do have internal support in the capital, but they have never done anything too outrageous. How did they come to the point of being questioned in court?

Without giving them time to regain their senses and fight back, Qiu Sheng continued the previous words: "To be honest, you and I are the same, why waste time guessing? 'Know yourself and the enemy and you will never be imperiled in a hundred battles'. Are you the only ones who understand this truth? Is it an embroidered pillow that looks good? Please discuss the terms, so that you can negotiate with me."

This has not yet been translated, Chu Yu was startled into a cold sweat, and quickly gestured: When did His Majesty put eyeliner on them?

Qiu Sheng smiled very restrainedly: There is no eyeliner, just defrauding them.

Is this just for fun!

Just as Chu Yu was about to dissuade him from saying something pleasant to appease him, Chuanmu, the shaman over there, couldn't wait any longer: "Master Translator, please speak quickly."

Next to him was a Latu who could understand the Central Plains dialect. If Qiu Sheng's words were changed now, it might lead to even bigger troubles when they went back and made up their minds.Chu Yu had nothing to do, and as soon as he finished speaking, the faces of the two people with stinky faces became even more stinky.

I don't know anything about a thief in my den. Is there anything more heart-wrenching than this?

Yalf had nothing to do with him, he just watched from the sidelines, looked coldly at Qiu Sheng who was drinking tea alone, and found that this person was much more difficult to deal with than the Pope imagined.

The prodigal son of Dengtu went in and out of the rivers and lakes and the government, and he looked like a fish in water with the wind.

Latu and Shaman Chuanmu gritted their ears for a while, and decided to put the matter aside for now, and think about it in a few days.

"Your Majesty is far-sighted, but I was negligent. How about discussing this matter in three days?"

Qiu Sheng put the teacup away calmly, listened quietly to Chu Yu's words, and deliberately showed a look of embarrassment: "Everyone, it's not that I'm impatient, but I'm far away from the imperial city, and the city is empty. It's been a long time. It’s bound to be inappropriate.”

Shaman Chuanmu and Latu exchanged glances, and took a step back: "How about a day later?"

This matter is considered even.

Qiu Sheng only prepared 200 million taels of silver to wait for the negotiation. Although as the party whose territory fell into the hands of others, he seemed more unrestrained and carefree than them. He returned to the residence temporarily vacated by the Jiangnan government office for Chu Yu, and started Holding a small stick to tease the bird—the tomato egg that flew back from Jingran.

Chu Yu watched from the side as his stupid bird was being played around by a piece of wood, and after holding back for a long time, he finally reached out and pulled the stick away: "Your Majesty, why bother with a little bastard."

Qiu Sheng supported his left arm, half-supported his head and squinted at him with a chuckle, let him snatch away the stick as kindly as he could, then turned on the gas lamp he brought with him with his free hand, and stretched out his hand to trace the topless Western woman : "Master, how does this lamp give you?"

He originally said that he wanted to write a letter to Jiang Chen when he went back to the house, but at this moment Chu Yu was concentrating on grinding for him. The bright bare-bottomed Western girl met each other, and her handsome face was flushed with shame behind the mask: "Your Majesty, this is... poor monk..."

"Master, shy?" Qiu Sheng smiled maliciously, and looked left and right for a long time, but he didn't see any signs of redness on the layered skin like tofu skin. Grandmaster?"

The owner of the pavilion who grew so tall that even the big girl and the little daughter-in-law had never touched the hands of a big girl or a little daughter-in-law, let alone blushed, her face was ready for steamed egg custard, and steam was about to come out through the mask.

He instinctively wanted to say something, but when he was anxious, he got angry and coughed suddenly.

Qiu Sheng pretended to memorize it for him, squinted his eyes and said: "This stuff is still a treasure I bought from the ancient Silk Road back then. The Western merchants also asked me to go with two packets of special spices made by the palace. I just played with it for two years. , I’ve been tired of watching it for a long time. Besides, look at it, master, such a monster-like figure, after all, is too vulgar.”

Chu Yu didn't dare to look again, so he hesitated and answered twice.

Qiu Sheng didn't care about him, turned the lamp on his own, and murmured: "Look at this waist again, hey, it's not as good as that man... the facial features and outline are not as good... the demeanor of the whole body is magnificent, heaven and earth... oh, what a waste Mine smells so good."

Chu Yu didn't respond.

"A person like a banished fairy is not a bit of a smoker. He dares to drug me..." Qiu Sheng gritted his teeth and snorted, took back the small wooden stick before he was caught off guard, and lightly tapped Tomato's little head, "Little What about you, bastard."

Tomato egg aggrievedly shook his head, and looked resentfully at the silent pavilion master.

Chu Yu: "..." He intensified the movements of his subordinates, spread out the rice paper, and urged Qiu Sheng to do business seriously: "Your Majesty, please write a letter to Mr. Jiang."

"Well, good," Qiu Sheng let go of the tomato egg that was being beaten for the master, "It's time to order the Ministry of War to start recruiting troops. The Northwest Army, the South Camp, and the life-threatening navy are not enough. We have to call the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Officials to help. I'll pick a few civil and military tributes for middle use and prepare them, and I'll replace Su Wanyue first." He paused suddenly when he wrote, then raised his head and asked, "Master, did you ever ask about Su Wanyue's naval division?" Tell me about it?"

Chu Yu: "Your Majesty, the secrets of the Su family are hidden very deep. The poor monk originally found some clues, but after thinking about it last night, there are many loopholes. Many of the exposed Tengman seem to be Casual, in fact, it was all carefully calculated by them. The real and the fake are mixed together, and it is not clear. Forgive the poor monk for not speaking rashly, which messes up His Majesty's thinking. But judging from the current situation, the Su family's navy They can’t be moved, but they must be regulated in the corners, and they must never be allowed to run amok like before.”

Qiu Sheng's wrist paused, and a cloud of ink smeared on the paper: "What should we do when the Western Army comes from the sea again? Throwing Su Wanyue out to be beaten, is there nothing we can do?"

Chu Yu took the pen away: "Of course not. The poor monk is suggesting that your majesty, when the foundation of the country is not stable, try to touch as little as possible those big bumps that you can't avoid in times of peace and prosperity, such as Su Wanyue, such as those vegetarian meals in the capital. Please don’t deal with them aggressively for the time being, so as not to cause public wrath.”

Qiu Sheng: "What do you think the master should do?"

"Your Majesty can dispatch a few experienced soldiers from the Northwest Camp and the South Camp to lead a new army, and lock up the news both externally and internally, saying that they have trained a large-scale group of dead soldiers. Su Wanyue He is self-willed, and even if his subordinates are aware of the news, he will be sure that His Majesty will not dare to do anything to him. Moreover, he will choose a dozen confidants, and put them next to him without anyone noticing. The gossip ghosts are gone."

"Alright, I'll tell Fang Jiu and Lu Chong to command the new army. Gao Li and Jianhua also have capable people on hand, so I'm not afraid they won't be able to stand up to the sky." Qiu Sheng smacked his lips and nodded, and suddenly pulled the immoral western gas lamp closer Chu Yu's body illuminated the man in the faint light, "Master, are you really an eminent monk in Tianyuan Temple?"

Chu Yu hurriedly covered the naked girl who was immoral: "What are you talking about, Your Majesty!"

The emperor, who was disgusted by the evil mask, backed away, and said with a smile: "In the past, when I went to your Tianyuan Temple, I only saw three eminent monks, Jingran, Jingkong, and Jing'an. When the three of them saw me, they couldn't wait to see you. Filled my mind with all those tasteless Buddhist scriptures and dharma, and advised me to commit less crimes, eat less meat, and accumulate virtue and do good deeds. The master is different, but it is very novel." He rolled his eyes and almost smiled softly, " The old bald donkeys also told me to use less torture... Master, you don't know that there is someone who uses torture better than me... That method is really unique."

Chu Yu stared dumbfounded at Qiu Sheng who was caught up in memories and couldn't extricate himself from it. The latter even raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose a couple of times embarrassedly, showing an unreasonable smirk as if no one else was there.

The owner of the pavilion was astonished and couldn't help but seriously reflect: Did I do anything that made this little bastard so unforgettable?Have I ever played him a small degree of hooliganism?

He thought for a long time, and finally came up with an answer that made him have a clear conscience: No!

Does this kid have hallucinations?

He solemnly tried to wait for this person to free himself and continue the normal conversation. Unexpectedly, after Qiu Sheng smirked for a long time, he intensified and cleverly added some kind of "wishful thinking" to this "stupidness". Zhang Jun's face was almost irresistibly moving closer to the wretched uncle.

Chu Yu coughed lightly to help him rein in his horse: "Your Majesty, the poor monk still has something to say."

The young man's eyes trembled. His eyes were already long, and the ends of his eyes were slightly raised. The boundaries between the black and the white of the eyes were not very clear, and some radiant water shadows appeared from time to time. Chu Yu actually looked at the flowers under the light. He rolled his eyes: "Your Majesty?" He was talking well, why are you crying?

His heart softened instantly, and he turned around to fetch the silk handkerchief from the side and was about to hand it over, but saw that Qiu Sheng had returned to sitting upright, the corners of his eyes couldn't see the slightest bit of water, his wrists couldn't help but he had to put it aside in half embarrassment : "Just now the poor monk suggested that His Majesty could select some of his confidantes and send them to the Su Wanyue Navy as eyeliners. I wonder what Your Majesty would like?"

Qiu Sheng drank a cup of cold tea and calmed down: "A wonderful plan, what the master said is true."

Chu Yu: "I don't know who His Majesty plans to send?"

Qiu Sheng raised his brows and eyes, his long eyelashes covered his emotions, leaving a shadow like ink: "I have never had wings in the court, and I have not communicated with the ministers in the past except Master Jiang and General Han. There is no one who can be trusted. Right now there are internal thieves in the court, and that thing is hidden too well, making people panic, and I have no one to use."

"Your Majesty must not underestimate yourself. Although the situation is tense, it will not be so far that no one can use it." Chu Yu continued to fill the teacups for the two of them. "Jin Yiwei and Lord Jiang's personal soldiers are all available. Both of them can't believe it, and Tianyuan Temple is willing to help. There are no eggs under the nest, although the monks in the temple abide by the clear rules and don't break the precept of killing, it is more than enough to find news for His Majesty."

Qiu Sheng: "Of course I trust Liancheng. Before he took over the command of Jinyiwei from his own father, I studied martial arts with him at the old General Han's place. We must never forget our fellowship. His temperament and character are not enough to betray the lord. It's just that we will see each other after two or three years, these few days..." He frowned, "It's not like him."

Chu Yu continued calmly: "Your Majesty, people's hearts will always change, not to mention that even adults and young people lose their fathers and shoulder heavy burdens, so their hearts will naturally become stronger."

Qiu Sheng sighed softly and said nothing.

When they worshiped under the old general Han back then, Liancheng was still a young man with the same eccentric spirit as Qiu Sheng.It is not nonsense that a son inherits his father's career. Liancheng's father is the leading master in Jinyiwei. He was always on top of Qiu Sheng and Han Jianhua, and won a lot of praise from the old general.

Qiu Sheng is not bad either, after listening to it for a few years, he couldn't stand it anymore, he led a small group of soldiers from Nan Daying into the mountains to fight against bandits, and there was no more news, who knows that we will see each other again in the future, things have changed.

The most strange thing is that Liancheng and Han Jianhua were the most at odds when they were young. The two often started fighting when they disagreed, and their level was about the same.Unexpectedly, the last time Han Jianhua was seriously injured, Liancheng actually put aside his suspicions and went to take care of him for two days. His nice words made Han Jianhua who was about to be beaten up very baffled.

He didn't intend to shake off these embarrassingly stupid things. He glanced at the expressionless Chu Yu, cleared his throat pretentiously and changed the subject: "Tomorrow morning we have to talk to those ugly monsters. Master is also tired today. Rest early."

"It's okay, I'm not tired," Chu Yu boiled another pot of boiling water, cracked open a piece of Pu'er tea cake, and put on a posture of "talking all night until dawn", "Does Your Majesty still want Mr. Jiang to bring Mr. Wang together?" Do you want to continue the investigation?"

Qiu Sheng immediately reacted, thought for a moment, did not know what came to her mind, and her tone was quite aggressive: "Who else can I trust? If I don't hand it over to Jiang Chen, is it possible that I will investigate it myself?"

"Your Majesty Jiang is certainly trustworthy, but he is old, and many things are too much for him. Most of the errands he arranges are left to his subordinates. His Majesty trusts him, so he will naturally leave it to himself. Trusted subordinates, subordinates and subordinates, there will be more and more complicated people, and it is even more difficult to find out if something happens. Even if it is found out, it will be the responsibility of Mr. Jiang in the end." Chu Yu Not affected by Qiu Sheng's shortness of breath, his tone became more peaceful, "If nothing happens, the court will be anxious, but if something happens, it will be difficult for His Majesty to judge. This matter should be handed over to the upper and lower levels, and the intricate parties in the court should try their best to deal with it." It is better to avoid institutions."

"Jinyiwei?"

Chu Yu nodded: "That's right, even your lord is famous all over the world for his quick handling of cases, and he also has confidantes and informants scattered all over the place, so you don't have to be shy when your status is there, and the efficiency is higher."

"In this way, Jiang Chen will be deprived of his responsibilities. I'm afraid he will have more hearts and I will doubt him."

"Why strip it? Jin Yiwei is directly under the jurisdiction of His Majesty. Let Lord Jiang also check slowly, and the two ends are not in the way. Why do you have to think so much, dealing with those foreigners is enough to be exhausting, and take some time to take care of yourself."

Hearing this, Qiu Sheng raised his eyebrows and looked at Chu Yu without warning. Before he could let go of his half-raised eyebrows, he gently opened one eyelid, forming three folds. His eyes were slightly focused, and stars were mixed in the clarity. It's a bit blurry, almost bursting out tiny rays of light.

He maintained this gaze for so long, Chu Yu originally looked towards it without any grievances, until he saw clearly that the three-point watery light hanging from the corner of his slender and upturned eyes was an illusion against the light. There was something wrong with the gaze.

A little bit of affection was mixed into the romance, which was a bit similar to the way he looked at Chu Yu himself at that time.

Goosebumps all over his body jumped out without saying hello, Chu Yu subconsciously lowered his head and touched his fake face, thinking with horror: He found out?

The mask was firmly attached to the flesh, and there was no sign of tearing or splitting. Chu Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. When he looked up, he saw that Qiu Sheng had already lowered his eyebrows, picked up the western gas lamp and stood up. He walked quickly on his feet. He walked to the door and said without looking back: "It's getting late, Master, let's rest."

Just as Chu Yu was about to rush over to see him off, before he could straighten up, he heard a gust of wind breaking outside the door, and that man's luck made his Qinggong fly away.

His waist, which was neither straight nor bent, was stiff, and he had no choice but to collapse on the floor in despair.