The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

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"...Please forgive me, my envoy."

Valley mouth.

The female real envoy Ye Sude was in the noisy temporary camp, telling Xu Furen the causes and consequences of the stable incident.

As Sun Shaozong had previously expected, Zhesheli suffered heavy losses in the battle a month ago, and even the patriarch Zheli's younger brother, Herisul, died near Xingcheng.

Not long after the corpse was dragged back for burial, the ‘enemy’ came to the door with a swagger, and he had to be served with delicious food, drink and hospitality, and no one would feel happy about it.

Therefore, with the acquiescence of the patriarch, Haqinmi and others tried to force the Dazhou delegation to live in the stables to dispel their hatred.

After understanding the situation, the Dazhou delegation’s response here was mainly based on official rhetoric: “serious concerns”, “restricted from the precipice,” and “wait and see.”

Of course, Sun Shaozong, who is responsible for singing red faces, inevitably has to put down a few ruthless words, such as "Don't say it is unpredictable" or something.

In the end, Ye Su should repeatedly promise not to take this as an example. Only then, based on the principle of mutual understanding and mutual accommodation, reached a consensus: Let's expose this article for the time being.

…………

at the same time.

A Lin Qitu, who was conscious of his dignity being challenged, also found the old man Zheheli's house aggressively.

Although as the outpost of the Jurchens, the Jeheri tribe and the Dazhou official army have been fighting endlessly every year, and they have accumulated insoluble hatreds, but the house of the patriarch is an authentic Han style.

There are many square square courtyards with carved beams and painted buildings, veranda pavilions, plaques on the courtyard wall, stones for dismounting horses, and stakes for horses.

There are even a few pieces of frosted glass inlaid on the windows of the main room of the main hall. You should know that even in the capital, this thing has only become fashionable in recent months.

However, he said that he saw Ah Lin Qitu rushing in with a calm face, and the guards in the yard in the Zhesheli stepped forward to stop him, but did not dare to rush into this distinguished uncle.

After a moment of hesitation, Ah Lin Qitu had already reached the door of the hall. He didn't want to reach out and lift the curtain. He stepped in and shouted: "Amaha [father-in-law]! You must give me a friend today..."

The word ‘wait’ has not yet been exported, but the scene in the hall has left Ah Lin Qitu stunned.

Seeing the tiger skin in the center was empty after a few cases, a plump middle-aged man with a white beard, squatting halfway in front of the left side seat, rubbing his hands and salivating his face, explaining something to a certain woman.

It’s not difficult to see from the sweat on that forehead that this half-squatting posture is very laborious for him, but he never gets tired of it. He froths and says something, and the two protruding triangular eyes are straight. Digging into the woman's skirt eagerly.

And the woman kneeled on the side seat upright, but seemed to have no reaction to his words and deeds at all, and she looked demurely like a jade statue.

The more this is, the more the fat man salivates. Seeing that hairy slap is about to fall on the woman's shoulder, he suddenly asks behind him, and the bluffed body is tilted on one side and almost sits on the ground.

After he managed to stabilize his figure, he was inevitably angry into anger, but when he looked up and saw that there was A Lin Qitu outside the door, his anger was mostly extinguished.

Trying to straighten her body, just about to say something, the woman who had been sitting upright on her knees suddenly stood up and said, "Since there are guests at Jeheri's house, I will go back first."

Without waiting for Jeheri's response, he saluted himself, turned and walked out.

Jeheri's greedy eyes followed the woman's graceful figure and disappeared outside the door, before he turned his attention back to Ah Lin Qitu.

"Amaha."

A Lin Qitu also just retracted his gaze, frowning and asked: "That woman just now, seems to be the wife of Herisul?"

This so-called Khrisul was the younger brother of Jehri who died in Xingcheng.

Jeheri nodded, sat down in the main seat for himself, and motioned to the son-in-law to sit in the original position of the woman. Then he said helplessly: "It's not that she is clamoring for revenge all day, so how can I agree? Ha, they are fooling around."

"Where I..."

"Moreover."

Just as Ah Lin Qitu was about to question, he said sternly: "It is good to press down on the Han people first, lest they really think that we are defeated in the war and seek peace, and when we arrive at Jianzhou City, we are asking for a lot of money."

He puts out these reasons, it's not easy for A Lin Qitu to refute it, he can't say yes, because he is convinced by Sun Shaozong's martial arts, so he is not willing to lose face in front of him?

So he could only curse this **** old dog and simply die on the bed of his sister-in-law, while suppressing his unhappiness and telling him some trivial things in the house.

Two flowers bloom, one on each table.

But she said that the woman left Jeheri’s house and walked deep into the valley first. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, she covered her face with a headscarf, braved the wind and snow to go around the tribe, and quietly came near the valley mouth.

Due to the previous conflict, Feng Xin and the others did not dare to slacken their efforts, and they arranged a sentry for the night early.

So as soon as the woman approached, she was hit by the patrolling officers and soldiers. She immediately raised a knife and raised a sharp question.

But when the woman gave a slight blessing, she did not know how to comb her hand, she wrapped up a gourd-like figure, and said softly: "Brother Han family should not be violent, the slave heard The tribe has offended the Han warriors, so they specifically come to make amends for them."

This soft mandarin brought out some Jiangnan breath, and only the two officers and soldiers looked at each other.

After a long while, Fang separated one person to report to Feng Xin.

Feng Xin heard that a'beautiful' woman came to the door, so he hurriedly took the saber to greet the door, and while carefully combing the woman from head to toe with his eyes, he yelled in a vicious voice, "You woman said nothing. It sounds good, but how does Lao Tzu know that you are not here to assassinate?!"

When the woman heard the words, she slowly eased the belt around her waist, pulled the woolen clothes wrapped around her body left and right, exposing the white coat wrapped around her body, and said softly: "If the official doesn't believe it, just come and search. "

The towering tower seemed to pierce Feng Xin's eyes, and it pierced a hole in his heart, which made his stomach hot and uncontrollably gushing out.

At that moment, Feng Xin spit, clutching the hilt of the knife and smiling, "In that case, you can go to the tent with the officer, so you can search for it!"

"It doesn't work."

Knowing that the woman suddenly blocked the light of spring, she shook her head and said, "The slave family is here this time to find a general named Sun, for fear that she won't be delayed with the adult for too long."

Feng Xin's face suddenly collapsed.

Since the other party has moved out of Sun Shaozong, how dare he stop doing it halfway?

You Xin went forward and had a hand addiction, but then I thought about it again. For these promises, let her sue her in front of Master Sun. Isn't it because of a small loss?

At the moment, she was listless, and ordered the woman to wait in place, then turned to find Sun Shaozong for a report.

Sun Shaozong couldn't help but be puzzled when he heard that a Jurchen woman came alone, and the person who named her wanted to see herself.

With his bravery, he was not afraid that a little woman would violently hurt people, so he ordered Feng Xin to bring people in, wanting to ask what happened.

Unexpectedly, before she spoke, the woman preemptively said: "This must be General Sun? The slave family has a splendid feat, but I don't know if the general dare to ask for it!"

This opening remark...

It's quite a lobbyist style.

Sun Shaozong became more and more curious, staring directly at the woman's exposed apricot eyes, and said: "The little lady wants to weigh Sun's courage, but how can she hide her head and show her tail like this?"

After hearing the words, the woman hesitated for a while, then she pulled off her headscarf, revealing a beautiful face with all kinds of amorous feelings, and politely said: "Nasiyama, I have seen the general."

After a pause, she added another sentence: "Herisule, who died in Xingcheng last month, is my husband."

Upon hearing this, Feng Xin pulled out the knife subconsciously, staring at Naxiyama's every move vigilantly.

Sun Shaozong rolled his eyes and asked, "How did your husband die?"

If Khrizul really died in the hands of the officer and army, and this little widow would still find him to make a deal, wouldn't he recognize the thief as his father?

"Master General is really smart."

A look of resentment appeared on Nasiyama's face, and gritted her teeth and said, "Jehri, the dog, said that when my husband was defeated and fled, he was killed by an arrow in the back of the neck, but my husband was clearly holding a war knife in his hand!"

Speaking of this, I seemed to be afraid that Sun Shaozong would not understand, so he quickly explained: "Zhesheli is known for his ability to shoot with bows. My husband is the number one warrior in the clan. He usually only charges in front of the enemy on the battlefield. Only then will you put down your bow and arrow and replace it with a saber!"

Sun Shaozong nodded and took your lead, then suddenly asked, "Does Herisule have a son?"

Nasiyama was a little uncomfortable with such jumping thinking~www.wuxiaspot.com~ After a moment of stunned, he nodded and said: "I gave birth to a son and a daughter for Khrisul."

"Then how old is your son?"

"Six...six years old."

Hearing that he was only six years old, Sun Shaozong's posture suddenly loosened a lot, and he waved his hand weakly: "You are too young and the capital is not enough. Keep this credit for yourself, Feng Xin, and see you off!"

Naxiyama originally thought she was smarter than beauty, but at this time she was confused by Sun Shaozong.

Seeing Feng Xin came up with a knife, she hurriedly shouted: "General, General! Don't you even have the courage to listen to what I said?! Are you really going to miss this splendid achievement?!"

"Still waiting for you to finish?"

Sun Shaozong shrugged: "On the left and right, Jeheri was jealous of your husband, so he secretly killed him. Now, in order to save your son's life, you hope to use the hands of the official to kill Jeheri and his son for revenge."

"As for the so-called splendid credit..."

When Sun Shaozong said this, he snorted and said with a chuckle: "It's just that your son will become the head of the patriarch and bring this small tribe of 800 or 800 people anyway."

Naxiyama's face became bleak the more she heard it, it was obviously Sun Shaozong's conception in her heart.

But when she heard the last, her eyes suddenly bloomed, and she exclaimed excitedly: "No, no! General, you misunderstood, Zhesheli is one of the six Jurchens, except for the people in this valley. , There are more than a dozen tribes, large and small, with more than 20,000 mouths and more than 4,000 warriors!"

"As long as the general can help me avenge me, and support me and Hrisul's son to sit as patriarchs, my Zhesheli Ministry is willing to be a barrier and pioneer of Da Zhou!"

After a pause, she added another bargaining chip: "My brother is now the patriarch of the Nayan tribe, then I can still persuade him to join Da Zhou!"