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Chapter 554: The Messenger Changsun Wuji
Li Yan said in a clear voice: "I am the eldest son of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Chengqian, the Prince of Zhongshan, born to Empress Changsun, and my uncle Changsun Wuji is my uncle. Now, I have been entrusted by my father and the court to come to the Yan Liao army as a hostage. Do you understand?"

Well.
Xiao Wenjun immediately opened her mouth in astonishment, her beautiful eyes widened, and her expression froze for a moment.

God!

No wonder my mother and the general who brought me here and was suspected to be my father both called each other a noble person. He turned out to be the emperor's son, and the eldest son, a pure royal family, a dragon's descendant.

Although the boy opposite him, who was a head taller than him but smaller than him, looked up with a cocky look on his face, this kind of thing could not be faked, and no one dared to talk nonsense. Thinking of this, Xiao Wenjun, who usually read a lot of books and knew a little about the outside world, knelt on the ground immediately.

She was a little frightened, and humbly saluted and said, "Your servant Wenjun, I don't know the identity of the prince. If I have been disrespectful, please forgive me."

Li Yan saw that his words frightened the other party, so he quickly stepped forward to help the girl up: "Okay, ignorance is not a crime, I don't blame you."

"I am also a prisoner now. There are only two of us here. You don't have to follow the etiquette. Come on."

Li Yan held Xiao Wenjun's soft little hand and sat on the haystack. Then he pretended to be innocent and said shamelessly, "I have only just grown up. I have always lived in a large courtyard. My mother was very strict with me. She always restricted me from reading. If I didn't read well, she would spank my palm. I was not happy at all."

"My father was busy fighting wars all day long. He either left early or came back late. When he came back, he would hide in the study with a bunch of people. I could only see him a few times a month. He would always test me on my homework. If he found me slacking off, he would press me over his knees and spank me."

"Where's you?"

"Is it comfortable to live among the common people? What are the fun things to do outside? Tell me about it."

"No, I'm the same as you. Ever since I can remember, I've also been locked up in the mansion every day. Mother not only forced me to study, but also found a zither artist for me to play the zither for an hour every day. My fingers are all worn out. If you don't believe me, just look."

Li Yan's childish complaints aroused a sense of intimacy and resonance in Xiao Wenjun, who quietly let down her guard. The hidden barrier between the two of them gradually faded away.

Just like that, in the afterglow of the summer evening, the golden sunlight shone through the crack in the door into the cell. Two half-grown children sat on the haystack, talking to each other, constantly complaining about their dissatisfaction with their guardian. The warehouse was filled with the girls' unique silver bell-like laughter from time to time. The picture was harmonious and warm.

At this moment, Li Yan felt that all his previous fatigue was swept away, and he felt very refreshed and happy. For Xiao Wenjun, the happiness of this afternoon will be a brilliant moment in her memory for a lifetime.

No matter how high her status or how respected she becomes in the future, whenever she recalls it, she will say that this first meeting with Li Yan was the happiest moment of her life, and she would have no regrets even if she died.

In the future, Wenjun would draw this scene on paper countless times in her bedroom: in a spacious hay warehouse, in a simple cell consisting of two wooden fences in the corner, under the golden rays of sunlight, on a haystack, sat two half-grown children who were chatting very congenially.

Especially the innocent boy proudly raised his head, talking incessantly with saliva flying, and the beautiful girl turned her face to the side with a sweet smile, looking at the boy tenderly. The warmth of the picture can cure all sorrows.

If Yang Ji saw this scene, he would probably be scared half to death.

He might even have a strange illusion, thinking that he had seen a ghost in the two previous meetings. There was no such a mighty and intelligent child of destiny here. He was clearly just a half-grown child!

The next afternoon, on a street in the southeast corner of Chongrenfang, Chang'an!

A grand mansion stands here. The wall outside the mansion almost occupies half of the street. The plaque on the main gate reads "Chang Sun".

A beggar in tattered clothes and with unkempt hair hung around outside the Changsun Mansion for a while. Seeing that there was no one around, he walked forward and knocked on the tin ring with a gold-painted animal mask on the door.

crunch
The sound of a bolt turning was heard, and a door slowly opened a crack. A doorman dressed in servant clothes stuck his head out and looked around. Seeing a beggar at the door, he said impatiently, "Go somewhere else if you want to beg. This is not the place for you."

The beggar stopped the door from closing, and just as the gatekeeper was about to explode, he whispered, "Tell Changsun Wuji that a messenger from the Yan and Liao armies is coming."

Well.
Although the doorman has a low status, he is in charge of welcoming and seeing off guests, and often receives all kinds of people. He has a very sharp eye. When he sees the visitor, although he is disheveled, his face is very serious, his eyes are very bright, his skin is dark, and he exudes a kind of toughness, he can tell at a glance that he is a man in the army.

When he heard the other party talk about the messenger from the Yan Liao army, his face changed drastically. Everyone knew that the Yan Liao army was in rebellion. It must be a big deal if someone came to see him at this time.

The gatekeeper did not dare to delay, and let the person in, then stretched his head to look at the street, carefully observed for a while, and then closed the door, asked the other people to watch this person, and hurriedly went in to report. At this time, Changsun Wuji was preparing to go to the palace. Someone just came to summon him to the palace for a meeting. Although he had just attended the court meeting in the morning and returned home at noon, he just had a hurried meal. But now is a time of trouble, and Li Shimin's throne has not been completely secured. Changsun Wuji did not dare to delay, and hurriedly changed into court clothes and was about to go out.

The housekeeper came to the main hall with a serious look on his face and whispered something in Changsun Wuji's ear. Changsun Wuji's eyes suddenly widened and he said quickly, "Quick, invite the visitor to my study. I want to see him right away."

Although Changsun Wuji had no acquaintances in the Yan Liao army, he was now eager to know some inside information. His nephew was still being held hostage in Luo Yi's army. When he thought of this, Changsun Wuji hated the right servant Feng Deyi.

Others may not know, but Changsun Wuji knows. Feng Deyi strongly supports the Prince of Changsha. He is responsible for the negotiations with Luo Yi. As soon as he arrived, Luo Yi demanded that the eldest prince be taken as a hostage. It must be his doing.

Matters have different levels of importance. Changsun Wuji suppressed his eagerness to enter the palace and wanted to meet the visitor first to see what had happened.
When the housekeeper brought Yang Ji's confidant dressed as a beggar to the study, Changsun Wuji was sitting behind the desk. He looked at him and asked, "You are from the Yan Liao army. What does Luo Yi need you to report? Tell me."

"Are you Changsun Wuji?" the man asked.

"Be bold!"

The housekeeper was afraid that this person's identity was unknown and he might hurt the master, so after bringing the person here, he stood between Changsun Wuji and the person to prevent him from having any bad intentions. When he heard the person being rude, he immediately scolded him, "My master is the current Minister of History and the Queen's brother. How dare you be so rude and mention my master's name?"

Changsun Wuji nodded slightly at the loyal attitude and looked at the butler with admiration.

Unexpectedly, the visitor didn't buy it at all. He frowned, stiffened his neck and said, "I was not sent by Luo Yi. The person my general is looking for is Zhang Sun Wuji. I have never seen him, so how do I know who Zhang Sun Wuji is?"

"If you find someone to fool me and cause something important to go wrong, I won't be able to take the responsibility."

The butler was about to say something when Changsun Wuji's eyes moved and he quickly stopped the butler. He had now realized that this man was just a rough and straightforward soldier who only knew how to follow orders and observe those etiquettes. How could he delay important business?
"I am indeed Zhangsun Wuji. Even if you don't know me, you should recognize the purple robe I am wearing. Only officials of the third rank are qualified to wear it. I am preparing to go to the palace. If it weren't for meeting you, I would already be on my way."

After Changsun Wuji finished speaking, he picked up the ivory imperial sceptre on the table and handed it to the housekeeper, then passed it to the man: "Look, this is an imperial sceptre that only officials of the fifth rank and above are qualified to use when attending court. It's made of ivory, so it can't be fake."

"Besides, no one in Changsun Mansion dares to dare to ask me for permission!"

The man picked up the court tablet and examined it over and over again. The tablet in his hand was as smooth as jade, two feet six inches long and three inches wide in the middle.

Before leaving, Yang Ji had explained that court hu were usually made of jade, ivory, bamboo or wood. The materials used for hu in the hands of ministers of different ranks were also different. The court stipulated that officials above the fifth rank held ivory hu, and officials below the sixth rank held bamboo and wood hu.

The man looked at it for a while, handed it back to the butler, and then said, "I believe you."

"Then can you tell me your origins now? Who sent you here? What do you want from me?"

The man saluted and said, "Master Changsun, my general is Yang Ji, the deputy general of the Jingzhou Army. He has a secret letter and hopes to pass it to the emperor through you."

After saying that, the man took out a letter from his arms and walked up to him.

The butler quickly took it and brought it to Changsun Wuji.

Changsun Wuji took it and looked at it. It was a very ordinary envelope, sealed tightly with wax and stamped with Yang Ji's private seal. On the envelope was written: I, Yang Jicheng, the deputy general of Jingzhou Army, write to your Majesty!

Changsun Wuji's heart skipped a beat. After Luo Yi's rebellion, the Jingzhou Army was changed to the Yanliao Army. After Zhao Cihao's death, Yang Ji was promoted to the deputy commander of the Yanliao Army. However, this letter and the sender all claimed to be from the Jingzhou Army. This was the official military position given to Yang Ji by the court before the Xuanwu Gate Incident.

Perhaps Yang Ji's self-proclaimed title expressed that he only recognized the court's appointment and rejected Luo Yi's promotion, which may indicate that Yang Ji had different ideas. Moreover, this attitude may be beneficial to the court.

At this moment, Changsun Wuji felt a strong curiosity in his heart. He was anxious and his hands were restless. He wanted to open the envelope and see what Yang Ji said.
But the words written on it made him dare not do so.

(End of this chapter)