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    "Juncheng, if you had seen Wanyan Aguda, you would think so too!" Zen Master Zhishan sighed after saying this.  "Then Zen Master, do you also think that the Jin people will keep their covenant?" Zhou Ping asked in surprise.  "No!" Zhishan shook his head: "I believe that as long as Wanyan Aguda is alive, the Jin people will not break the alliance. From my point of view, he is satisfied with what he has obtained. The only thing he wants is to capture his enemy.  Emperor Liao, and Wanyan Aguda may have considered that if he went to war with the Song Dynasty, he might not be able to control his heroes. If he wanted to pass the throne to his son, continuing the war would not be such a wise choice.  But the other Jin chiefs didn't think so. They had been whetted by the spoils they obtained from the Liao people, and were thinking about getting more and more fertile land. " "What do you mean?" Zhou Ping became a little confused.  .  "Wanyan Aguda is already nearly sixty years old. People are bound to die!" Zhishan said in a low voice.  Zhou Ping nodded silently. From the history books of later generations, he only knew that shortly after the Song and Jin Dynasties jointly destroyed the Liao Dynasty, the Jin people went south to occupy Bianliang in a large scale, but he did not know who was in charge of this attack.  Regarding these specific details, he believed in Zhishan's view more. After all, the other party had spent a long time with the top management of the Jin people, and he quite admired the vision of the distinguished monk in front of him.  ¡°It¡¯s more important to win with troops than to use time, so it¡¯s better to fight quickly!¡± After a while, Zhou Ping said firmly.  Just as the balance of strength between the two sides has changed, the specifications of the envoys sent by Song Dynasty to Yanjing have also changed accordingly.  The envoy on this mission was just an official named Zhao Zongli in his early forties.  His main task is to tear up the alliance between Song and Jin in a more honorable way and pave the way for the war against Yan that is being intensively prepared. Of course, he also has an under-the-table task, that is, to serve as the deputy envoy of the mission.  Zhou Ping and Li Chuwen discussed the matter of surrender and laid a good cover.  Compared with Yanjing, the treatment of the envoys from the Song Dynasty was greatly improved. The one who came to greet them was Xiao Huaidan, the official of the Xuanhui South Academy of Liao Dynasty. This exactly reflected the gap in real strength between the two sides.  Xincheng, the back hall of the post house.  "It's time to revisit the old place, but things have changed." Zhou Ping looked at the furnishings in the hall with some emotion, just about two years ago.  As an attach¨¦ of Han Xiaozhou's mission, I was here to accept the Liao Fang's banquet.  He also looked for an opportunity to extort a large sum of money from the then state official named Yelu Yuncheng as the first pot of gold for his career.  More than two years have passed by in a flash, and now he is the official deputy envoy of the Song Dynasty mission. Secretly, he is also responsible for the official affairs of the Xuanfu mission in Hebei and Hedong.  If this attempt to instigate Han officials succeeds.  It is nothing more than ordinary things to be sent out to control one party and promote official affairs.  Although Tong Guan's reputation in history books is not very good, he was still very generous in paying his capable subordinates.  "Xiao Xianggong, the minister of Xuanhui South Academy of Daliao, has arrived!" A high-pitched communication sound woke Zhou Ping up from his thoughts, and he quickly stood up.  He bowed and saluted the host of the banquet who came out from the back of the hall. In any case, Song and Liao have not yet started a war. As equal political powers, the official position of Mr. Xiao Huaidan is much higher than that of Zhou Ping and Zhao, who are the envoys.  Zong, this kind of superficial etiquette must not be lost.  "Your envoy is exempt from courtesy, without courtesy!" Zhou Ping raised his head and was about to follow the envoy to say a few perfunctory words. Suddenly Zhou Ping trembled and almost shouted.  "Here, isn't this person the Khitan nobleman who was killed by Xiao Puxian in the Jingguo Temple pagoda?" Zhou Ping's head suddenly felt like a pot of porridge. It turned out that Xiao Huaidan was about thirty or forty years old, with a curly beard.  The look between his eyes looked exactly like the killed Khitan nobleman that Zhou Ping and the old official Wen Cheng saw in the pagoda that evening. But at that time, he and Wen Cheng had already carefully inspected the body, and Xiao Puxian's knife happened to be pierced in the heart.  His life was gone, why would he appear here again now?  "Deputy Envoy Zhou, Deputy Envoy Zhou!" It was Zhao Zong who looked a little ugly on the side. As a scholar-bureaucrat who studied hard for ten years, he naturally didn't think highly of Zhou Ping, a warrior who was lucky enough to rise to the position. Seeing Zhou Ping in  He was so rude at such a formal diplomatic banquet. Not only did he ignore the other party's questions, but he also stared at the other party. If it were not in front of outsiders, otherwise those "peculiar, old leather" unflattering words would have been uttered.  "Xiao Xianggong, please forgive me!" Zhou Ping came to his senses and hurriedly bowed to apologize and said with a wry smile: "When I saw Xianggong Xiao, I felt very kind. I must have seen him before somewhere, but I just couldn't remember it at the moment.  "Oh?" Xiao Huaidan said with a smile: "I'm afraid it's impossible. If I see such a dignified official, I will never forget it." His words were not entirely false.  ?At any rate, Ping had enjoyed the adequate nutrition of modern society since he was a child. He was 1.8 meters tall, with broad shoulders and a broad back. In ancient times, he was really handsome and unforgettable at first sight.  "Your Majesty is so complimentary!" Zhou Ping did not give up and asked: "But Xianguan was on a mission to Yanjing a few years ago. Maybe he just saw Mr. Xiao in the crowd, but Mr. Xiao never saw me!" "  Deputy Envoy Zhou!" Zhao Zong's face became more and more ugly. It was obvious that he couldn't stand Zhou Ping's behavior of seeking friendship regardless of the occasion. He must have been cursing in his heart why he sent someone so wrong.  A decent guy would be his deputy, let alone perform other tasks.  "That's still impossible. Xiaguan has been an official in Xijing for more than ten years, and he only returned to Yanjing more than half a year ago!" This Xiao Huaidan has a good temper, and his face did not change when Zhou Ping asked him like this: "I guess Zhou Ping  The deputy envoy saw his elder brother. He looked very similar to a certain person, and even people who were very close to him often confused him. " "That's it!" Zhou Ping pretended to be calm.  , said with a smile: "When I saw Brother Ling, I felt that he was outstanding. Today, he must be more outstanding!" "Hey!" At this point, Xiao Huaidan's face suddenly became gloomy, and he picked up the  He took a sip from the wine glass and said, "Thank you, Deputy Zhou. My brother was assassinated more than two years ago and died a violent death!" "What?" Zhou Ping's face turned pale with shock, but he was secretly happy. It seemed that that day  In the evening, I and Wen Cheng saw on the pagoda that the man assassinated by Xiao Puxian was Xiao Huaidan's brother. Judging from the situation, this man still didn't know why his brother died. This was a good card. Maybe he would play it when.  It will work wonders when you go out.  Thinking of this, Zhou Ping put on a sad look on his face and sighed: "I'm just talking nonsense. I didn't want to touch your pain. Mr. Xiao, please forgive me." After saying this, Zhou Ping stood up and bowed.  bye.  "Deputy Envoy Zhou, please get up!" Xiao Huaidan quickly stood up and moved out of the way to avoid Zhou Ping's great gift. However, Zhou Ping was determined to accept the gift and would only give up after giving the courtesy. After several concessions from both sides, Xiao Huaidan finally accepted with half push and half concession.  Zhou Ping gave a half-ceremony.  Next, during the banquet, Zhou Ping carefully accepted the invitation. After the banquet, Xiao Huaidan felt a lot better about Zhou Ping. After all, the current situation is that Yanjing City actually controls only six or seven states, and its political power can  It is said that it is a candle in the wind, but the Song Dynasty had hundreds of military states and millions of soldiers. The gap in strength between the two sides could not help but affect the psychology of the envoys on both sides.  After the banquet was over, Zhao Zong and Zhou Ping sent Xiao Huaidan out of the post house in accordance with diplomatic practice. As soon as they returned to the inner hall, Zhao Zong asked sternly: "Deputy Ambassador Zhou, what were you doing at the banquet just now? It's too rude.  "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao!" Zhou Ping said with a smile: "I have another mission, but it's not convenient to tell you at this time. I will let you know when the big thing is done." "Okay!"  , Okay!" Zhao Zong's face turned red due to Zhou Ping's high-sounding words, but he couldn't stand up and said, "You have to do it yourself, Deputy Zhou. I'm going to rest first!"  As Zong left, Zhou Ping's face turned gloomy. He didn't mean to anger the other party. It was really impossible to tell the truth. He sat there and thought for a while, then got up and walked to the residence of the Supreme Monk.  Due to the sensitive status of a monk, the Supreme Master did not hold any official position in the mission. He did not attend the dinner and just stayed in the room to meditate.  He heard Zhou Ping's voice from outside and said with a smile: "Juncheng, please come in!" "Zen Master, I have something to say to you. Please read it in detail!" Zhou Ping took out the short knife Xiao Puxian used to kill people from his arms.  Putting it on the table, he recounted the incident that day when he and Wen Cheng were playing in the Jingguo Temple and happened to bump into Xiao Puxian in the pagoda and kill him. Today, he discovered that the person killed happened to be the brother of the Liao envoy Xiao Huaidan.  "Zen Master, what do you think should be done?" Zhishan did not answer immediately. He picked up the short knife and played with it for a while, then put it back on the table and whispered: "Who else knows about this matter?" "I, Zen Master,  And the Wen Cheng at that time. " "Yeah!" Zhishan nodded: "This matter of killing his brother is both big and small. After all, Yelu Chun has become the emperor at this time, and Xiao Puxian is already the noble one.  The queen of a country, but more than two years have passed since the person who was killed has become a withered skeleton. Just relying on this sword can't do anything!" "The Zen master is right!" Zhou Ping has already heard it!  After hearing what the other party meant, he smiled and said: "If I rely on this sword alone, I can't do anything with my words. But what if there are other things? The Thousand Miles Embankment was destroyed in an ant nest. Although this short sword is small,  , who knew it would not become the ant nest of Yanjing City?" 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