Yang Fan did not plan on immediately killing Huang Jingrong. The killer could be one of Xun Qi's people, but the cause of his death had to be explained and approved by Wen Hao's side. In other words, Huang Jingrong's death had to be the result of both sides participating in the negotiations.
It was not that Yang Fan was too careful, but that he had not gone through the Imperial Court. As an imperial envoy, Yang Fan had colluded with the local Barbarians to kill another imperial envoy. Even if that imperial envoy had ten thousand reasons, once the details were known by the Imperial Court, it would be a taboo matter.
Wen Hao and the others only asked for a truce. They could tacitly allow Yang Fan's side to kill Huang Jingrong and agree to all kinds of conditions, but they would inevitably have other thoughts in the future. So they had to be pulled in as accomplices so that they could not suddenly kill him. There was also no need to suddenly kill him. Even if they gave Huang Jingrong a pair of wings, would he be able to escape?
But Yang Fan had never thought that Huang Jingrong would know the plans of both sides. He decided to make the first move to gain the upper hand!
Huang Jingrong did not say anything. He raised the cup in his hand and looked around nervously. He was about to say something when the cup suddenly slipped out of his hand. "Pa!" It fell onto the table and wine splashed everywhere. Everyone looked at him in astonishment, not understanding why this imperial envoy would lose his composure like this.
When the cup fell, the two guards standing behind Huang Jingrong moved at the same time.
Luo Meng slashed at Yang Fan's head. Li Shichun threw a throwing knife straight at Meng Zhe Zhu's throat.
Huang Jingrong did not need to say anything. He only needed chaos. As long as Yang Fan and the leader of the Barbarians were dead, a vicious battle would immediately erupt between the people present. No one would be able to stop them.
Even if both sides were intelligent and could immediately see that this was his plot, Xun Qi and the big-headed man of the Barbarians could only use the blood of all the people on the other side to give the Meng Clan an explanation. Wen Hao and Yun Xuan had no other choice but to harden their hearts and fight to the death with the other side.
At that time, he would be far more useful to Wen Hao and Yun Xuan's side alive than dead. Even if these two people wanted to eat his flesh and drink his blood, they would still treat him like an old ancestor.
When Yang Fan saw Huang Jingrong accidentally drop the cup, a subtle feeling arose in his heart. Even though 'accidentally dropping the cup' wasn't as effective as' throwing the cup as a signal 'or a loud roar of' attack ', it was already enough for a Central Plains person like him.
Since young, in all kinds of stories, the phrase "tossing a cup as a signal" was used too much and was too famous. Yang Fan became vigilant and immediately turned his head to look at the two imperial bodyguards behind Huang Jingrong. Huang Jingrong was a scholar, if there was any danger, it would definitely come from these two people behind him.
There were two rows of long tables, and at the front were two horizontal tables. Yang Fan and Huang Jingrong's seats were next to their respective groups of people. Yang Fan sat on the left, and Huang Jingrong sat on the right. Luo Meng Yi and Li Shichun stood behind Huang Jingrong.
As soon as the cup in Huang Jingrong's hand dropped, the two of them moved at the same time. Luo Meng Yi unsheathed her knife, and with a 'crack', a cold light swept towards Yang Fan's neck. Li Shichun stood on the far right, with Luo Meng Yi beside him, and Huang Jingrong in front of him. His line of sight was obstructed, so it was inconvenient for him to attack Xun Qi, who was sitting on the highest seat on the left. Therefore, he chose to attack Meng Zhe Zhu.
The throwing knife he threw was dipped in poison, and the edge of the knife glowed with a strange blue light. The blue throwing knife flew straight towards Meng Zhe Zhu, aiming for his throat.
Yang Fan became vigilant and slightly tilted his head. Just as he caught a glimpse of a cold light coming down from the corner of his eye, he immediately leaned to the side and fell towards the light of the knife.
Luo Meng Yi's knife was determined to kill. He also knew that Yang Fan was skilled in martial arts, and he was worried that Yang Fan would dodge after sensing it, so when he slashed with the knife, he held back 30% of his strength. Whether Yang Fan leaned back or leaned to the left, he could adjust the angle of the knife in time and continue to slash. But no matter what, he never thought that Yang Fan would choose to face the knife and fall to the right. This was completely against human instincts.
The knife brushed past Huang Jingrong's shoulder and slashed towards Yang Fan's neck. Yang Fan faced the knife on his own initiative, and with two movements, he missed the knife by a hair's breadth. Yang Fan's head fell into Huang Jingrong's arms, and the knife whistled past his shoulder.
Luo Meng Yi was shocked. He had held back 30% of his strength, so he could adjust the angle of the knife, but it was impossible for him to stop the direction of the knife in time and change the direction of the knife to attack in the opposite direction. Luo Meng Yi hurriedly lowered his wrist, and the edge of the knife went down. He wanted to cut Yang Fan's leg. His knife was also dipped in poison, so it was enough to just scratch a little bit of Yang Fan's skin.
At this time, he realized that Yang Fan did not fall into Huang Jingrong's arms, but rather, he rushed over. At the same time that Yang Fan fell, he exerted force with his feet. Underneath him was a smooth mat, but when he exerted force with his feet, the mat actually moved more than a foot to the left. His body used this force to rush over to Huang Jingrong's arms.
Luo Meng Yi's knife struck empty air.
At the moment that Yang Fan's body rushed out, he was still observing his surroundings, and he saw the throwing knife that Li Shichun had thrown towards Meng Zhe Zhu.
Meng Zhe Zhu had a body full of valor. In a head-on battle, even a dozen or so brave men would not be able to get close to him. However, he was not proficient in small and nimble movements. Compared to Yang Fan, his attainments in this area could be described as clumsy and slow.
Seeing the shining flying knife shooting towards him, Meng Zhe Zhu wanted to dodge, but his body couldn't immediately react. From an outsider's point of view, he just stared dumbfoundedly at the flying knife shooting towards him, not even dodging.
When Yang Fan saw the throwing knife shooting towards Meng Zhe Zhu, he was also shocked. If Meng Zhe Zhu was assassinated on the spot, the Black Man would not let it go. Whether it was out of morality or personal interests, the White Man could only choose to advance and retreat together with the Black Man. The Black Man and the White Man would definitely fight to the death with the Wen and Yun Tribes. Perhaps Nanzhao and Tubo would also take the opportunity to invade Yao Province, causing chaos in the southwest …
All these thoughts happened in a flash. While Yang Fan's body was moving backward, he reached out and brushed the wine cup that Huang Jingrong had left on the table. The wine cup turned into a white light and whizzed forward. Unexpectedly, it arrived first even though it was launched later. With a "ding" sound, it hit the handle of the flying knife.
"Crash!"
"Bang!"
The distance between Huang Jingrong and the short table in front of her was not big, so it could not accommodate Yang Fan's body. As Yang Fan rushed out, the entire short table flew outwards. At the same time, Huang Jingrong was pushed backwards and crashed into Luo Mengyi's body. Luo Mengyi was unable to stand steadily and took a step back.
The wine cup hit the handle of the throwing knife and immediately shattered into several pieces. The throwing knife was hit by the wine cup and the tip of the knife changed direction. It spun like a wheel and flew from left to right. With a "pu" sound, it stabbed into the shoulder of one of Wen Xuan's men. The man cried out in pain and pressed down on his shoulder.
Yang Fan jumped past Huang Jingrong. Seeing that Li Shichun was standing there, Yang Fan conveniently grabbed Li Shichun's ankle and pulled him into his arms. Li Shichun fell out and hit a pillar that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl, causing the shed to shake. Although the shed was sturdy and was not knocked down by him, a lot of grass floated down from the roof.
It was chaos under the hut. When Yang Fan stood up, the chieftains and headmen of both sides jumped up one after another. They kicked away the table, drew their sabers and cursed loudly as they were about to charge forward. The dozens of bodyguards waiting outside the tents also drew their sabers and charged into the tents when they saw the commotion under the tents.
"Don't fight!"
Seeing that a melee was about to break out, Yang Fan leaped into the air and somersaulted in the air, steadily landing in the middle of the two sides who were at daggers drawn. He then shouted in a deep voice, "All of you stop! This matter has nothing to do with Chieftains Wen and Yun! "
"That's right! That's right! It has nothing to do with us! It really has nothing to do with us! "
Wen Hao's face was pale with fear. In order to show that he had no intention of fighting, he quickly sheathed his sword and raised his hands to explain to Fumi and Meng Zhe Zhu, "Chieftains, we had no idea at all! We were sincerely trying to make peace and had no idea that he would make a move. "
Yun Xuan raised his sword and charged at Huang Jingrong, shouting in a stern voice, "Bastard, what are you doing? Are you trying to consign my tribe to eternal damnation?"
Huang Jingrong was knocked back by Yang Fan's body. Yang Fan's elbow had even struck his nose, causing his nose to bleed and stars to appear before his eyes in pain.
He slowly crawled up from the ground and looked at the situation inside the tent. He knew that the situation was hopeless and couldn't help but curse in despair, "You coward! You and Wen Hao are both useless cowards! Why did this imperial envoy choose to cooperate with you in the first place! Even with the help of the imperial court's troops, you were still able to fall to this state and still want to betray this imperial envoy to beg for mercy! Shameless beyond compare! Useless beyond compare! "
Wen Hao was shocked. "How did you know?" He realized that he had made a slip of the tongue the moment the words left his mouth. He couldn't help but blush in embarrassment.
Yun Xuan flew into a rage out of humiliation and ordered his subordinates that had charged into the tent, "Kill him! Kill him for me! "
Wen Hao hurriedly explained to Xun Qi and Meng Zhe Zhu, "Chieftains, this is all Huang Jingrong's doing and has nothing to do with us. Since we have agreed to negotiate, how could we do such a treacherous thing? Chieftains, please don't misunderstand, we … "
At this moment, someone suddenly cried out in alarm, "Bi Po! Bi Po, what happened to you? "
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the leader who was stabbed by the flying knife just now had a black face. His eyes were bulging with anger and he shouted with difficulty, "The knife … the knife is poisoned …" After saying that, he fell to the ground with a "puff" sound. A leader beside him quickly squatted down to check his breathing and shouted, "He's dead! Bi Po's leader is dead! "
Everyone looked at Tu Po, who had been poisoned to death, then turned their heads and looked at Huang Jingrong and the two guards behind him with a strange and hair-raising gaze. They raised the scabbards that were glinting with cold glints.
"Kill him! Kill him! "
No one knew who was the first to shout, but the shadows of swords and knives swarmed over. The Black and White Barbarian leaders, as well as the Wen and Yun Tribes' leaders, all rushed forward. Scabbards rose and fell one after another. The clanking sounds of weapons colliding could be heard from the crowd, followed by screams of pain. Finally, there was only the sound of sharp blades piercing into flesh.
By the time the bloodied leaders had vented their anger and slowly retreated, the ground was already a mess of flesh and blood. It was impossible to see a complete person. Huang Jingrong and the other two had been chopped into meat paste under the rage of the crowd.
When Meng Zhe Zhu saw that Huang Jingrong had died, the anger in his heart subsided a little. He looked at the poisoned leader again and thought about how the flying dagger had been shot at him. If it wasn't for Yang Fan throwing the wine cup, he would have been the one lying on the ground. He couldn't help but feel fear and gratitude.
Yang Fan walked over and lowered his head to look at the shapeless pile of flesh and blood on the ground. His cheek twitched a few times.
Yang Fan took a deep breath and slowly turned around. He looked at the two leaders who were still holding the blood-red blades in their hands and said in a deep voice, "Huang Jingrong deliberately instigated a war among the tribes in Yaozhou to satisfy his own selfish desires. His evil plot was exposed and he was killed by the indignant leaders of the tribes. I wonder if what I saw and heard is true?"
Wen Hao and Yun Xuan looked at each other and nodded repeatedly. "What the imperial envoy said is correct! This is what happened! "
Yang Fan smiled and said, "Since this is the case, Tribe Leader Wen and Tribe Leader Yun should report this matter to the Ming Dynasty. Otherwise, you will not be able to bear the crime of killing an imperial envoy. However, you do not need to worry, I have seen everything that happened. I can be your witness!"
Wen Hao was like a yellow lotus that had been sucked into his mouth. He grinned and said bitterly, "The imperial envoy is wise. I thank the imperial envoy for upholding justice for us!"
Yang Fan laughed it off and said, "Then Tribe Leader Wen, please start writing. While you are writing, we can clean up this place. I believe … the peace talks will go smoothly!"
… …
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
