Datang: Empress mother-in-law sent Li Er to test me

"..."

Zhang Dun stared at him in a daze, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he said, "What are you doing?"

Chu Suiliang said solemnly, "Make a written proof, the old man is so at ease."

"It's up to you."

After Zhang Dun finished speaking angrily and amusingly, he gave Chu Suiliang a written statement before turning around and leaving.

Looking at his back, Chu Suiliang suddenly wanted to go to the temple to burn incense. This ancestor, please don't make things big... This old man is not enough to be the governor of Jingzhao Prefecture!

When we returned to Honglu Temple, it was already night.

The room was brightly lit, Zhang Dun opened the door and walked in, and saw Tang Jian was sober, sitting on the bed and looking at himself.

Zhang Dun said in surprise, "Brother Tang, are you still asleep?"

Tang Jian shook his head and sighed, "How can I sleep if you don't come back? How is it?"

"It's done."

"I can rest assured that."

Seeing Tang Jian's relieved look, Zhang Dun asked curiously, "Don't you ask me how I did it?"

"What's there to ask?"

Tang Jian lay on the bed and said leisurely, "I don't worry if you do things."

Zhang Dun felt emotional for a while.

Lo and behold, this is the pattern.

It's no wonder that Tang Jian can be the governor of Jingzhao at this age.

It's no wonder that brother Chu has only become a living man at a very old age.

Brother Tang still understands himself.

At this moment, Tang Jian's voice sounded again: "Anyway, he lost a bowl-sized scar on his head, and he will be a good man again after 18 years."

"..."

The corner of Zhang Dun's mouth twitched, his thoughts dissipated in an instant, he shook his head and lay on the bed, saying, "Sleep and sleep."

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, the sky was just getting bright.

After Zhang Dun and Tang Jian finished washing, they put on official robes and came to the Honglu Guesthouse.

From a distance, I saw Zhishi Shanguang sitting in the front hall, eating breakfast.

The meals are very unpretentious, one dish and one soup.

At first glance, it was written by Hu Guang.

At this moment, Zhi Shi Shan Guang raised his head with a cold face, and after seeing Zhang Dun, he put down his chopsticks and said calmly, "Zhang Shaoqing, I thought you had absconded overnight."

Zhang Dun smiled, made a slight bow and said, "This is Chang'an City, why did the subordinate escape? As long as the envoy is still in Honglu Temple for a day, the subordinate will not go anywhere."

Zhishi Shanguang got up slowly, walked in front of him, squinted his eyes and said, "Have you not slept all night?"

Zhang Dun shook his head and said, "Four hours of sleep is enough."

Zhishi Shanguang snorted coldly, "I really didn't sleep all night."

Zhang Dun pondered, "It's not too late for the envoy to catch up on sleep now."

"Don't worry, the envoy will."

Zhi Shi Shan Guang stopped looking at him, and shouted towards the courtyard: "Come here!"

All of a sudden, all the members of the Turkic mission appeared in the courtyard with knives on their waists, and solemnly clasped fists at him.

Zhishi Shanguang turned his head to look at Zhang Dun, and asked, "Zhang Shaoqing, do you know what the envoy is going to do today?"

Zhang Dun said indifferently: "The envoy is an envoy. What he wants to do, the lower officials don't know, and they won't stop him."

"That looks best."

Zhi Shi Shan Guang strode out of the front hall with his hands behind his back.

Just as he was about to call the shots.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the Honglu guest house.

Three hundred yamen servants, led by Squad Leader Yang with stern faces, swarmed in with their Tang knives on their waists.

Zhishi Shanguang's pupils shrank, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Zhang Dun, and said with a gloomy face: "Zhang Shaoqing, what do you mean? Are you going to arrest the envoy?"

"The superior envoy is the envoy, and the inferior official is just the young minister of Honglu Temple, how dare he arrest the superior envoy."

Zhang Dun walked out behind him, smiling and said: "So that the envoy can know that Chang'an City is not peaceful recently. People from Jingzhao Mansion told the subordinate officials that a group of thieves are making trouble in Chang'an City. Out of consideration for the safety of the mission, the lower officials came up with such a bad idea and asked the servants from the Jingzhao Mansion to help."

"Please rest assured, the envoy."

Zhang Dun pointed to the three hundred yamen servants who came in, and said softly: "They are only protecting the safety of the envoy and the envoy, and they will never stop you from doing anything?"

Zhishi Shanguang's face was livid, he clenched his fists, and shouted: "Where is Feng Siqing, let him come to see this envoy immediately!"

As soon as the words fell, Feng Ran ran in anxiously with He Jing, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "The envoy appeases his anger, don't get angry."

Zhishi Shanguang glared at him, gritted his teeth and pointed at the three hundred servants in the courtyard, saying, "Feng Siqing, is this your idea?"

Feng Ran looked back at the servants, a little anxious and helpless, although he was the minister of Honglu Temple, how could he move the servants of Jingzhao Mansion.

Zhang Dun must have done it!

Feng Ran looked at Zhang Dun, saw him looking at him with a smile, took a deep breath, bowed his head to Zhi Shi Shan Guang and said, "It's the idea of ​​the subordinate."

Chapter 434

Feng Ran's initiative to take the blame made Tang Jian's heart drop instantly, and he looked at him with a little more admiration.

Zhang Dun's smile became even stronger, Feng Ran is really a good boss...

"you--"

Zhi Shi Shan Guang's face was livid, wishing he could grab his collar and punch him.

It can be said that it was definitely not Feng Ran's idea to mobilize three hundred yamen servants to Honglu Temple.

He doesn't have this power!

As long as Feng Ran said that he did not do all this, Zhi Shi Shan Guang could use this as an excuse to target Zhang Dun.

Well now, punch the cotton!

Zhishi Shanguang snorted coldly: "Do you think this can stop the envoy?"

Zhang Dun said lightly: "The lower official just said that no one will stop the envoy from doing anything."

"it is good!"

Zhishi Shanguang looked at the members of the Turkic Mission standing in the courtyard with a straight face, and said in a deep voice: "Listen to the order! Do as the envoy said yesterday!"

"promise!"

All the members of the Turkic Mission clasped their fists solemnly, turned around and left the Honglu Guesthouse quickly.

"Listen to orders!"

In the next second, Zhang Dun's voice sounded; "Wherever the missionaries go, you follow them, and don't let them get hurt!"

"promise!"

Three hundred yamen servants, led by Team Leader Yang, followed quickly with their sabers in their hands.

East City.

After the curfew was lifted, traffickers and pawns poured into the East Market one after another, swinging their goods at their stalls.

"The Turks are coming!"

Suddenly there was a loud cry that made everyone's eyes turn to Dongshifang Gate, and they saw hundreds of burly Turkic people walking in with swords on their waists.

Everyone's heart trembled.

What happened in West Market yesterday has already spread to their ears.

last night.

They are all praying for the blessings of Mantian gods and Buddhas, hoping that the Turkic people will not come to Dongshi.

But the gods and Buddhas in the sky did not hear their prayers.

Turks, come to Dongshi!

"Close the booth, everyone, quickly close the stall!"

An elderly store owner yelled at everyone anxiously. When he saw that the young store owner in the store next to him not only did not put away the goods, but opened the door, he said anxiously: "What are you doing? Hurry up, it's a little late!" Things will be robbed by the Turks!"

The young shopkeeper raised his head, glanced at the Turkic man who entered the East Market with hatred, and said, "So what if you accept it? Don't you think those Turkic people will smash the door!"

Last year, when the Turkic mission arrived in Dongshi, it was a burst of looting.

It's no use even closing the door.

People will smash the door!

The elderly shopkeeper was suddenly depressed, "Oh...you are right."

A stall owner not far away said angrily: "The government doesn't care about these goddamn bastards!"

The young shopkeeper sneered and said, "That's Turkic, do the government dare to take care of it?"

Suddenly, the owner of the shop next door pointed to the direction of the square gate, and said hesitantly, "Don't tell me, the government seems to be really in charge this time...Look!"

Hearing this, everyone looked over again.

Three hundred yamen servants, like a pack of wolves, followed by hundreds of Turkic people under the leadership of Bantou Yang.

The young shopkeeper was surprised: "Is it a servant of the government?"

The older storekeeper nodded, looked at Team Leader Yang curiously, and said, "The yamen servant walking in the front looks familiar, he seems to be surnamed Yang?"

The stall owner not far away said excitedly: "Yes, that's him! It's Team Leader Yang! He's the person next to Zhang Shaoyin!"

The young shopkeeper opened his eyes wide and said, "Did Ping Kangbo send someone to help us?"

"Definitely is!"

The older shopkeeper looked a little excited, thinking about what he heard last night, he said to several stall owners and shopkeepers who came over: "I heard that the Turkic people made trouble in the West Market yesterday, and all losses were paid by Honglu Temple."

The young shopkeeper frowned and said, "Honglu Temple...isn't this wiping the Turks' ass?"

Another stall owner curled his lips and said, "When was it not like this? It's commonplace."

"No, no!" The older shopkeeper waved his hand and said, "This year is different."

The young shopkeeper next door raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why is it different?"

The old shopkeeper patiently explained: "Didn't Ping Kangbo be transferred to Honglu Temple to serve as the Shaoqing? I heard that he blamed all the losses in the West Market yesterday on the heads of the Turks."

A stall owner who approached said in amazement: "Can Turkic people lose money? What kind of joke!"

"They won't lose money, but Ping Kangbo has a way."

The old store owner said excitedly: "I heard that there are 150 tables of meals prepared by Honglu Temple for the Turkic missions at noon, and each Turkic person has a table, all of which are from Zuixianlou. It is said that there are three dishes and one soup. "

"At night, guess what? There is only one table left, 150 people, eating on one table."

"And the meals have changed from three dishes and one soup at noon to one dish and one soup."

The young shopkeeper took a breath, "Isn't this a fight?"

"The fight started at noon. I heard that Ping Kangbo injured several Turkic people by himself."

The old shopkeeper laughed and said, "It was almost a fight at night, but for some reason, the Turkic people were scared!"

"Turkic people will still be cowardly?"

someone exclaimed.

The old storekeeper held his head high and said triumphantly, "Or how can Ping Kangbo have means!"

For a while, discussions continued to ring out.