Although the temperature rises, the mountain wind blows on people at night, and it still brings cold air.

Listening to the howling mountain wind, Yang Hui felt cold.

I don’t know how far I went, but someone untied his blindfolded cloth. The few guards he brought were not there. Perhaps in the eyes of these Fanzi, he was a big fish, and those guards were completely dispensable.

Yang Hui opened his eyes and saw that it was a stone house surrounded by more than twenty old men in their fifties, with left-sided lapels. This is also the difference between the Han people and Han people. The Han people had right-sided lapels, while the French people had left-sided lapels.

In addition, most of these people wear filial piety.

This is also understandable. Han Jiang's Lu Bu said that 200,000 Xia troops were killed. Yang Hui was not sure how many prisoners of war were killed and how many were shot dead. But seeing the blood on the road along the way, I think that the number of Xia soldiers who were shot dead would not be small.

Then maybe some of these people's children were shot dead, so they wore filial piety.

The matter was a big deal, so he plucked up his courage to explain: "Everyone, I am the Central Envoy of the Song Dynasty."

"The Zhong Envoy, the Zhong Envoy is you." The leading old man said angrily. It's not bad, he can understand the Song Dynasty's words, but the bad thing is that he took the lead in taking action.

The rest of the people also rushed up and punched and kicked.

"Don't fight, I'm here to discuss peace on behalf of the court. I'm a good person."

This shout really worked. The leading old man asked everyone to stop and asked in the less fluent Song Dynasty, "What's your name?"

"It's Yang Hui."

"What," the old man punched again.

"I, me," Yang Hui was stunned.

"What are you doing?"

"I asked the three armies to stop the attack and then negotiate peace with your country."

"Please discuss peace, so many of us were killed by your Song army together, so let's go." The old man obviously had a bad temper. As soon as he finished speaking, he punched Yang Hui's face immediately and swollen.

"Don't hit. Don't hit, just say something."

"Then you say."

"My fellow villagers, I am just a Chinese envoy and cannot make a decision."

"That's not nonsense!" The old man's fist came over again.

"No. I mean I was in the past, and I couldn't make a decision. I would hate you who hates that boy named Wang Ju."

"You Song people are not good people." The old man came up with a few more fists.

At this moment, Yang Hui definitely became a war lover, this group of savages. He killed well.

But you have to say something well, otherwise your life will be lost here tonight. In fact, Yang Hui performed very well. If it were other civil officials, they might have been lying on the ground and crying at their parents and begging them.

Yang Hui endured the pain, his mind quickly turned, and then said, "Everyone, we have bad people and good people in the Song Dynasty. That Wang Ju is a bad person, but I am a good person."

"You are still a good person." The old man punched a few more times.

"You can't fight. I'm a little bit if you beat me to death. No one will stop Wang Ju. His troops are heading west. Wouldn't more people in you Xixia die under his butcher's knife?"

This seems to make some sense.

Several older people began to mutter, but Yang Hui couldn't understand what he said in Dangxiang's words.

After a while, another person asked, "What proof do you have?"

"In this way, I will write a letter to your king in front of you." Yang Hui finished speaking. He wanted to slap himself in a big mouth and say, "What the king is," he should say, "The Queen Mother," he said, "The Queen Mother did not make any mistakes. These monks would not blame them after hearing this. But it was impossible to say that the king was not. He had not made any mistakes, but how could these monks bear it?

Unexpectedly, the man was very calm, probably a barbarian, and could not tell the difference between the king and His Majesty. He only said one sentence: "We don't have a pen."

“I have it in my bag.”

The man walked out and took Yang Hui's luggage. There were some broken money, junk, edicts, seals, and some pens, ink, paper and inkstones. These are all very important things. Pens, ink, paper and inkstones are also important. You have to record all the way around. You can't buy pens, ink, paper and inkstones everywhere. These may be used as evidence in the future.

Yang Hui started writing.

He did not believe that these French sons could deliver the letter to Liang, but the letter was written very formally, righteously and sternly, neither arrogant nor humble. At most, it expressed some wishes for peace, hoping that the Liang family would cooperate actively and the two countries could have a truce.

But I didn't expect that Fanzi was still literate. Two-thirds of the words were read, and then he punched him several times: "What's the thing written?"

Most of the characters are recognized, but they are connected together, so these men can’t understand them.

The reason is that Yang Hui wrote the four-six style, and it is correct to use the four-six style. The regular edicts of the Song Dynasty mostly used the four-six style, and the national letters also used the four-six style, including the national letters sent to the Song Dynasty from the Xixia region, which were also used the four-six style.

But in order to pile up Shao, this thing is catchy, with many function words and allusions. Not to mention these few Fanzi, even ordinary scholars, it is difficult for them to understand their specific meaning.

"No, by the way, you can't write like Laozi Fan wrote."

Yang Hui was about to fall, but these Fanzi actually knew about Fan Zhongyan’s Yueyang Tower. It seemed that Fan Zhongyan was very famous in this area at that time.

But he figured it out, that is, the ancient prose style.

That's OK, Yang Hui had to push it down again and write it again.

However, Yang Hui still wanted to be careless, but she only wrote a few passages and fists came up: "Can't you respect our Daxia a little more!"

My tone is already respectful enough. Could it be that I am humble? But in this case, he had to lower his head and write a letter that was almost about to be humiliated. Then he stamped it with a seal, and looked at these monks with eager eyes, thinking, I can let me go this time.

The Fanzi seemed to be thinking too. He thought for a while and asked, "By the way, I heard that you officials from the Song Dynasty were very rich."

This is not right, it depends on what official. The current official of Wang Ju has only earned about 1,000 guan a year. Of course, after this battle, after a series of rewards, the salary and benefits may increase several times. As for ordinary county officials, the annual income may be less than 500 guan. But at the height of Han Qi, the income of each income may reach 60,000 to 70,000 guan, 70,000 to 80,000 guan. However, Yang Hui is not bad either. His annual salary is also close to the income of Bao Zheng when he was the prefect of Kaifeng, and his salary and benefits are almost 30,000 guan!

He is considered a rich man.

But how did Yang Hui answer this question?

"In this way, since you are friendly to our Daxia, look at our village..." Yang Hui couldn't see the situation in the village, but the house could be seen, and almost all the walls were empty. The man said again: "It's better to donate 20,000 guan to us."

"I don't have that much money in my hand. By the way, there are more than a thousand guan in this luggage, and I will give it all to you." Yang Hui said, with the travel expenses he brought, and the ministerial money distributed by the court, that is, business trip expenses.

"No, you have to write a note." The old man next to him started to rage again.

To survive, write it.

At this moment, another person broke in. He muttered a few words to the people in the house. The people in the house immediately put away the IOU and "Guo Xin" he wrote, covered his eyes again, and pushed them out. Yang Hui couldn't see it, but he could hear it. There were also horse hooves beside him and some pushing sounds. The several guards he brought were also released.

Some people didn't know how long it took to push, but someone pulled off Yang Hui's blindfold and stopped in the original place. In another place, one of them seemed to see that he had a good attitude, and pointed at the road "kindly" and said, "You have to go to that kid's military camp. Follow this road, it's that kid's military camp."

This man was also wearing filial piety, and it seemed that his family had also been killed by Wang Ju, so he gritted his teeth. After that, the group hid in the mountains. Yang Hui didn't care, it was not a big loss. Could it be that these people really went to the capital to ask them for this debt?

But he is very worried about the letter now, so he must not fall into the hands of irrelevant people.

This made him very regretful. If he had known this, he would have been better off resting in Baibao City for a night. He would set out early tomorrow morning, and the flying disaster that came.

But if these things don't work, he immediately got on the horse. It's still unsafe here. These men are still easy to talk to, not easy to talk to. Seeing his public servants, he might kill him. Who will blame him then?

After a while, several people rode on their horses, they saw a team of cavalry coming towards them with torches. It was the armor of the Song army. They asked from afar, "But Yang Zhongen?"

Yang Hui stopped the horse and asked, "You are..."

"The youngest one is Ye Gao, the head of the cavalry. When Ming Gong heard that you came to the military camp overnight, but he hadn't seen you for a long time. He was afraid that something might happen to you, so he sent someone to greet him, but he didn't see the envoy. Ming Gong was worried, so he sent a large number of cavalry to search. Yang Zhong Envoy, what's wrong with you?" Ye Gao said, and saw Yang Hui being beaten to the point of bruising and swollen face.

Yang Hui smiled bitterly: "I won't mention it anymore. I really met a group of fanzis, and were kidnapped by them. I was lucky enough to use words to make excuses and were released by them."

Suddenly he had an idea. No wonder a fanzi broke into the house just now and said a few nervously. Then these fanzis released themselves. It turned out that Wang Ju sent someone to search. After all, everyone was all officials of the Song Dynasty. He was a little excited at this time.

"Zhongshan Barbarians, this is behind the enemy. Hengshan Barbarians are the most terrifying barbarians in Xixia. Even when we go out to reconnaissance, we have to form groups to avoid accidents. How could Zhongzhi take only a few horses and rush to the night road... Fortunately, it is a great blessing to be able to come out safely. Zhongzhi, there is a camp for more than ten miles in front of him. Go and rest quickly." Ye Gao said angrily, and suddenly remembered: "Zhongzhi was made by the barbarians from that village."

"We were blindfolded and walked a long way," Yang Hui was not a fool. He shook his head and said, "I can't find it."

This is Hengshan Mountain, a vast mountain. As long as it is slightly above a few miles, God knows that it was made by the foreigners from that village.

"That's the way, then the middle envoy will follow me back to the military camp." Ye Gao said. As he said that, he blew the horn, both long and short, and this was using the horn to report the message.

After blowing the horn, he took Yang Hui to the military camp. After a while, teams of cavalry surged out from various hills. It seemed that Wang Ju was worried that something might happen to Yang Hui, so he sent a lot of raids to search, and even found that village, but he had not entered the village, otherwise he would not have alarmed the people in the village.

The group ran forward and came to a valley. Wang Ju was building a military camp, trenches, walls, and horses. There were also many people living on a hillside, which was easy to defend but difficult to attack. However, Yang Hui couldn't understand it.

But except for a group of patrolling soldiers in the military camp, there were silent. Yang Hui asked: "Where is Wang Ju."

Scholars pay attention to the fact that soldiers don’t care about the names. Some soldiers don’t even have names. Zhu Shiba, Li Shisan, Ding Xiaosi’s. Ye Gao heard Yang Hui call Wang Ju’s name directly, and was not as angry as Zhang Shi. He said: “Central envoy, please wait for a moment, but Zhong Envoy, please remember that there are orders in the army, those who patrol slack or those who make noise in the military camps can be as easy as sixty sticks, and those who make 100 sticks at worst.”

"Is he..." Yang Hui originally wanted to say whether Wang Ju dared to spoil me, but seeing this military discipline, it was really hard to say. If Wang Ju used his authority to attack him, he would beat him up. So what? He didn't know the story of Zhou Yafu's military management.

This is really hard to say. If Yang Hui violated military discipline in the military camp, Wang Ju would not kill him, but the beatings would probably be executed. But if Zhao Xu came, he would not do the stupid thing about Zhou Yafu. Is it a good thing to do in Zhou Yafu's army management in the Liu camp? That's a fool, and Zhao Xu's ruling is not as good as Emperor Jing of Han, nor as good as Emperor Wen of Han.

Yang Hui had to wait.

While waiting, he looked at the barracks curiously. He couldn't understand the arrangements in the barracks, but he could see the solemn atmosphere in the army. No matter what his attitude towards Wang Ju, he had to admit that Wang Ju would be in war, and he would be in charge of the army if he could fight.

In addition to the three armies who were sleeping soundly, there were many patrol soldiers. These patrol soldiers took neat steps, with solemn faces, and kept looking outside the military camp, although there was no one outside.

As he looked, he saw many foreign people.

This was also Wang Ju's intentional arrangement, especially those strong men, who lack training, poor military discipline and poor cooperation, but their individual combat effectiveness was very strong. This made Wang Ju feel very sorry. Anyway, there was nothing to do when they were asked to go home now, so they brought them all out after the war and put them in the army to hone. When these strong men grow up, they will undoubtedly have a strong extra army in their hands that does not require much money to support them in the future.

But a strong man is a strong man, without stinging his face, and even without stinging his hands.

Therefore, as Yang Hui looked at it, he thought of the king again, and he became suspicious. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!