laughing soul

The next morning was the time for the second peace talks, and the three parties seemed to have made up their minds to follow Qiu Sheng's wishes and not annoy him. It seemed that the two sides wanted to stop the war and rest for recuperation.

It's just that what calculations are in each other's minds, the benevolent see the benevolent and the wise see the wisdom.

Chu Yu opened his palm and rubbed it lightly, and quickly gestured: They have no plans to divide the territory.On the mouth, he translated slowly: "Northern Li and Southern Barbarians will still bow their heads to Da Yue in the future, but the war losses are really serious, and I hope His Majesty will make some compensation. The matter of silver and silver is easy to discuss, and we can talk about it slowly."

Qiu Sheng smiled at Chu Yu without showing any emotion, and replied loudly: "Everyone can afford to waste time, but I can't afford to. Please tell me the number for your convenience, and we will make a quick decision."

Chu Yu suddenly remembered the secret report that was hidden on Fulin who died in vain that day. He turned his head and stared at the two men with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes, but suddenly met Mr. Yalf's thoughtful eyes. The bishop was not embarrassed at all, but calmly nodded and smiled at him.

Although the pavilion master used to live under the shadow of Cui Wei, Chu Quan and many other bad people, after all, he can be regarded as half a man of the rivers and lakes. After all, he rarely sees the hidden swords in the smiles above the court. Looking closely, he felt a little overwhelmed, hesitated for a long time, and had to half look away.

Even if he turned his head too far, Chu Yu could still feel that the other party's almost probing eyes were still firmly locked on him, and he was simply unwilling to let go.Now he didn't worry about his fake face, instead he was afraid that a morning glory would bloom on his body.

Mr. Yalf looked at this strange monk in silence, and while the two people next to him were half-truthfully arguing about the amount of compensation, he called the serving believers and muttered a few words in Western language in a very low voice.

He thought that such a low tone was hidden in the noisy debate between the two, but Chu Yu tilted his head and heard it clearly.

"After the discussion is over, invite that master for me."

He panicked, and was about to signal to Qiu Sheng, but the two fleas stopped at the same time and made noises. Latu tried every means to round out the words spoken in the crappy Chinese, and his plump lips almost flew to the ground. Heaven: "Your Majesty, how about two million taels of silver?"

This time without Chu Yu's compromise, Qiu Sheng heard the number he least wanted to hear directly from that ugly mouth. After all, he was young and restless, and almost knocked over a teacup by mistake.

Seeing that Qiu Sheng wasn't looking at him at all, Chu Yu didn't make gestures to appease him. He could only clasp his fingers silently, confirming the guess he was most afraid of seeing right now.

The sulphur wood in Kunlun Mountain was stolen, Cui Weige poisoned Fulin with poison, the news of the new emperor's succession was leaked, and the enemy army knew all about the affairs of the DPRK and China. These are obviously two irrelevant forces. Intertwined.

They found the same goal in this event that was destined to turn the world upside down: to subjugate the country of Dai Viet, and the downfall of the current Shengxia, and become their puppet emperor.

Chu Yu sighed helplessly, thinking: Why didn't he be born decades earlier?When the first emperor was in power, the situation was always better than it is now, right?

Dai Viet prospered for several generations, and finally began to decline in the hands of the incompetent Taihe Emperor. The old pervert has harmed the foundation of the empire for decades, and there is still room for recovery.It's a pity that the stupid old man has never been able to bring up a spiritual son. Compared with his father, the first emperor did more harm to the country and the people. The national treasury was ruined.When it was forced into Qiu Sheng's hands, there was only a pile of wild mountains, dry water and broken rocks left. How could there be any emperor's capital?

Chu Yu once sneaked into the Library Pavilion of the Ministry of Rites. Even though he was prepared, he was still stunned by the astonishing strength of the national treasury. After being frightened, he marveled at the precise control ability of the first emperor, which was able to use up the time perfectly. The last piece of silver still in the national treasury is at this level, and ordinary people can't touch it with just a shake of their hands.

"Two million taels, Mr. Hu, later take the envoys to the silver warehouse to move the silver."

Hu Tiandu glanced at the disheveled Qiu Sheng, bowed his head in response, and led the other party's dozen or so menacing men out the door. Before leaving, he passed Chu Yu and bowed to him.

Chu Yu bowed his eyebrows and gave way, turned around and realized that Qiu Sheng was looking at him, and hurriedly gestured a few gestures: Your Majesty, calm down first, don't panic, now is not the time to completely turn the tables.

His hurried movements finally slowed down unconsciously. To his surprise, Qiu Sheng, who was sitting diagonally opposite, had a vicious look on his face, but his eyes were quite calm and soft. Yes, just for a moment, he almost seized the time to give Chu Yuqing a faint smile, and turned his hands slightly: It's okay, don't worry.

As if to prove this point, he turned slightly sideways and sat up straight on the back of his neck, rubbed the teacup that was almost blown out of wax, and rubbed it twice, and said in a steady voice: "In that case, everyone, let's leave each other. There is no war, the world is peaceful, and all living beings live and work in this open world. I am using tea instead of wine today, and you are here, please drink up this cup to show your friendship." He held up the porcelain cup half filled with cold tea and stood up. Come on, with a false and indifferent smile on his face, trying his best to resist the urge to throw his arms and rush forward to fight with these bedbugs, he held his cup steadily and drew a round arc: "Everyone, please——"

The envoys of both sides stood up respectfully and saluted. They drank a cup of tasteless rough tea together, with their own sinister ingenuity in their hearts, and all had disgusting ritual smiles on their faces.

Chu Yu mingled in the crowd and silently watched Qiu Sheng's hastily smeared smile on his face that was about to crumble. He stopped silently and stood there for a while, then walked out through a gap.

He originally wanted to stagger the time when the envoys came out of the negotiation field, so as to avoid meeting Mr. Yalf's dog-legged priest. Unexpectedly, the other party had premeditated, and bumped into the waiting man who didn't know when he went out. Three or five churchgoers at the door.All blue-blue teaching gowns, tight four-cornered top hats are placed on heads of different sizes, and a few strands of curly hair of different numbers of people wearing hats are faintly exposed, forming a bright and hot-eyed landscape. The team members were startled, and the masks shook uncontrollably a few times.

"This is it, priests?" Chu He instinctively took a few steps back, but he didn't have eyes on his back, and encountered an obstacle with no eyesight. Looking back, it turned out to be Mr. Yalf who was late and left early. , before the hair on his body had time to smooth down, he exploded again immediately, "My lord bishop?"

He spoke Chinese in a hurry, and Yalf was startled for a moment, then took a step back and knelt down on one knee, stretched out a hand and gently touched his forehead: "Respected Master Jingsheng, please allow me to represent the Pope to You have the highest respect."

Enemy is hostile, etiquette is still indispensable, Chu Yu stepped forward to give him a hand, but when he bent down, he felt a scorching heat, and at a glance, he saw a bonnet lying next to him. A charcoal stove filled with firewood and lemongrass.

Outside the negotiation venue is a long and deep indoor corridor, which is modeled after the long pavilion avenue in front of the Yizheng Hall in the imperial palace. There are countless rare and rare things in it, and there are several small compartments on both sides for the royal children to play and have fun. On the walls inside and outside the corridor are murals that complement each other, brilliant and rich.Bringing ice springs into the house in summer, and burning earth dragons to keep warm in winter, needless to say, it is a good thing that the late emperor did.

The room was already hot enough, and the bear man managed to sneak up on a stove. Even Chu Yu, who was resistant to heat and cold, was covered in hot sweat at this moment.

He couldn't help pulling at the lapel of the monk's robe, but he didn't dare to make any big moves. He was afraid that the mask would not be able to withstand the sweat and would fall off his face. ?”

A drop of sweat ran down his eyelashes and rolled down his face, and his vision instantly became clear. He paused, and clearly saw the undisguised banter in the other party's eyes.

on purpose?

He subconsciously turned around to leave, but was stumbled by a group of priests. It was against the rules for a monk to kill a monk, so he had no choice but to turn around and ask: "If your lord bishop wants to meet with the poor monk, tell your subordinates to let me know." Just one word, why bother to block people at the door of the negotiating field?"

Yalf glanced at him sideways, and as if he was not in a hurry to answer, he placed the stove under Chu Yu's feet, and added two pieces of charcoal into it with ill intentions. amazing heat.Chu Yu resisted kicking the thing away, only feeling that his body was going to be burned, and he was sweating profusely for a while.

"It's not that I'm afraid of the cold, I'm worried that Master Jingsheng is very thin and weak, and I'm afraid that the cold weather will freeze you."

A group of priests stared blankly at this "thin" master who looked like a pig's head, and suspected that the cardinal should wear reading glasses when he returned home.

Stepping back like Chu Yu, he was finally a little impatient at this moment, and said in a cold voice: "Don't bother your Excellency." He took out the small short knife pinned to his waist, thinking that this alone should not kill anyone.

The priests couldn't see his sneaky little tricks, but they all fell into Yalf's eyes. Just before Chu Yu slowly drew out his sword and was about to break the precept, the man immediately opened his mouth and said, "Master Jingsheng, Buddhists abstain from killing, abstain from greed, and abstain from dryness."

After all, he didn't make a move, calmed down and said with a chaotic breath: "Please tell me quickly if you have something to do. If there is nothing to do, I'm sorry that the poor monk can't accompany you."

Yalf also seemed to be very hot, but he stubbornly refused to extinguish the charcoal stove obediently. Instead, he put more charcoal into it with a smile: "Master, why should you be anxious? We are both fallen in the world, shouldn't you and I How about talking?"

The fool also saw that he was up to no good.

Chu Yu gritted his teeth slightly, and drew the short scimitar again, intending to put aside etiquette and run away from the right and wrong.

His lips were covered with sweat, which gathered into a small stream and fell down from his chin in clusters. He stretched out his hand indiscriminately, and his left leg had already stepped forward, and the right half of his body hadn't followed up with the movement, and the knife was thrown out. Then he saw Qiu Sheng coming out of the negotiating field from a distance.

Yalf glanced sideways, then pretended to salute, a dog leg beside him quickly extinguished the stove, wrapped it in a bag, and hid in the crowd without a trace.

Chu Yu exerted half of his strength, but by coincidence, he held back, and almost lost his waist.

It was only a few steps away from ordinary people, and everything that happened here just now was subtly covered up, except for the strange temperature that rose slightly here.

Nervously, Qiu Sheng swayed the master fan out in the cold weather, bowed to Yalf lazily, then supported Chu He who was covering his waist, and led Hu Tiandu All the guards from the Ministry of Rites left without looking back.

Yalf knelt on the ground with one knee motionless, until the hem of the clothes of the last minister of ceremonies disappeared around the corner, then he stood up calmly and swept the unnecessary dust on the robes.

The priest beside him holding the stove asked puzzledly, "Master Bishop, why did you embarrass the monk just now?"

Yalf was not impatient at all, but replied calmly: "Didn't you notice? The monk put on a fake face. I noticed something different in the negotiation field just now. No matter how calm and composed the eminent monk, in that In such a situation of cannibalism, there would be at least a small degree of panic, but his facial expression was consistent from beginning to end, and he was even as emotionless as a dead person. I was suspicious, so I went out to answer my doubts first, and heated him up with a stove. Sweating, the neck was soaked, but there was no sweat on his face, and later, sweat flowed out along the junction of his face and neck. He was very good at disguising, if he was not so tight, even I would Can't find it."

The priest was so surprised that he could not speak. Yalf turned his head with a smile, paused and continued: "There are many capable people in the Central Plains. Da Yue has three priceless treasures, one mountain, one water and one soil. The mountain is Cui Wei of Kunlun Mountain. The water is the Tianyuan Temple in Xiangshui, and the soil is the Wugu village in southern Xinjiang. The man just now must be one of the three. On the surface, you and I have the illusion that he is a monk in Tianyuan Temple. Otherwise, the monks in Tianyuan Temple abide by the clean rules and never break the precept of killing, and they usually use a long stick as a weapon. The short knife he just hid in his girdle is considered a forbidden item in the temple and cannot be brought out. And the look in his eyes Has killing intent, not like someone who grew up eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha all day long."

The priest seemed to come up with some meaning after thinking about it, nodded and said: "My lord bishop observed carefully, I didn't even notice."

"One more thing," Yalf twitched his muscles and pulled the corner of his mouth into a wicked smile, "Didn't you hear it? His voice today is different from yesterday. The Pope will be interested in meeting this person."

When the unlucky boy Chu Yu was doing stupid things like stealing chickens and dogs, he didn't dare to ask the nun who made the medicine in Tianyuan Temple how the medicine worked.He only saw the small bottle with "Yisheng medicine" written on it, so he swallowed it with his neck up, no matter how busy he was, he didn't care about so many messes behind him.

Except for Jing Ran, all the monks in Tianyuan Temple held a kind of hatred and indignation towards him. He was afraid that the girl would avenge her personal revenge and make him dumb with drugs, and there would be no place to cry when she turned around.

The pavilion master, who showed his fox tail earlier, didn't notice this, and endured the journey covered in stinky sweat, and finally spent five or six days in a trance, and hurried back to the capital with the royal motorcade.Only then did he plunge into the living room next to the imperial dining room, and was pleasantly surprised to see the steaming bathtub in the side room. Chu Yu, who was a clean freak of the ninth level, couldn't care about anything in an instant, and his sticky clothes were almost covered by him. He took off his belt and threw it cleanly, and happily jumped into the water like a big toad, letting out a long sigh of satisfaction.

Excessive emotions will reduce people's intelligence, especially when the desire to take a bath surpasses everything. At this time, Chu Yu can basically be equivalent to a big-headed monkey whose brains have been hollowed out by the curious boys, not to mention thinking about life, etc. For high-end events, I don't know whether I am alive or dead.

After Chu Yu struggled to recover his sanity in the hot water, he was horrified to find someone standing next to the bathtub.

Zhou Yongzheng looked at him intently with folded arms.

"Zhou Yong...pervert, you!" Chu Yu, who was leaning lazily by the side of the wooden barrel in an old man's posture, suddenly retracted into the water and became a bastard, not forgetting to criticize while breathing, "Look How long? Be honest!"

"Come on, you, who was the one who took off your pants and spanked you with Gu Wei when you were young? I've seen it all, why are you so shy?" Zhou Yong stepped forward without hesitation and took it away from the shelf. The big towel was thrown onto Chu Yu's head just out of the water with incomparable precision, and he waited aside with a suit of plain clothes in his hand, "I came here to inform you with good intentions, right away, maybe in the next moment, you That fake monk’s path to safety is coming to an end. Please be mentally prepared, lest you poke your head in fright later.”

Chu Yu, who was in a hurry to put on his clothes, paused suddenly: "What did you say?"

Zhou Yong scanned his disheveled face from top to bottom with the eyes of a hopeless cerebral palsy patient, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't you hear it? The voice changed back, Qiu Sheng appointed to listen to it." Understood."

He watched Chu Yu clutching his throat in disbelief, and continued to stab the pavilion master with a knife without any mercy: "Just now I went to drink in Zuihualou, and I happened to see your little emperor scolding you for a lot of money. The old bustard with a pockmarked face chatted with him..."

Chu Yu whimpered in a state of insanity: "Where does he belong to my family?"

"Tsk, sooner or later, what's the matter now?" Zhou Yong straightened Chu Yu's dangling chicken feet in distaste, and straightened his collar, "Guess what he talked about with that old woman? This little brat is also very powerful, as soon as he opened his mouth, he hit the red heart..."

Chu Yu waved two chicken feet and covered his heart with a painful expression: "Brother, stop talking."

Zhou Yong was happy to amuse him, so he continued: "He asked, 'Buzz, if there is such a person, who is handsome and straight, but is a lunatic with an unstable personality. He obviously doesn't have any feelings for me, but he flirts at every turn, which is annoying. Very much, but I was caught and I was reluctant to let go. I just made a trick to make me faint with medicine, and then ran back to help me after traveling thousands of miles to cover people's eyes and ears...What should I do with him?' I said Chu Yu, no wonder you dare not Said, it turns out that you did such a thing that is not as good as a beast in private, and you still drug him...how can you be so capable?"

Chu Yu collapsed on the bed in a self-destructive state.

"What's more, the old bustard said, 'Master Qiu, this is all owed, you'd better discipline him for two days, and promise to be obedient'. When the little emperor comes back later, you will feel better. Chu, you There will also be such a day... Really..." He couldn't continue, and laughed out loud, laughing so hard that Chu Yu's soul flying in the sky finally came back, pulled up his bun, and was about to roar angrily, After holding back for a long time, he finally held back, let go, and leaned down on the side of the bed again, wishing he could only breathe out but not inhale.

"and then?"

"Then?" Zhou Yong managed to stop the rough man's imageless laughter, and grabbed Chu Yu's hand seriously, "Then he walked back, and I came back, I guess it's almost here now. "

Chu Yu almost wanted to hit the pillar to death on the spot, but when he turned over and was about to take the mask on the table, there was a knock on the door.

"Master Jingsheng? Let me see you."

The breath he was holding back suddenly dissipated, and he collapsed on the slate floor without grace. He watched Zhou Yong slip through the back window with a suppressed smile, and was about to get up when the warning bell outside the door was inappropriate. The ground rang again.

"Master? What happened? You fell down?"

Before he even had time to protest this with a voice that could not conceal his identity, Qiu Sheng pushed the door open on his own initiative and barged in.

Chu Yu was still holding the ugly mask in his hand, staring at Qiu Sheng with wide eyes in horror.

Seeing this situation, the young man was only a little dazed, and quickly returned to normal as expected. With a triumphant smile on his face, he closed the door lightly.

Chu Yu was only wearing a middle coat that was used for body protection, and was shocked by the cold wind that sneaked in from outside the door. His hair and goose bumps exploded together, and he forgot to breathe for a moment.

He fumbled frantically at the floor, trying to dig a hole in it to throw himself in.