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On the afternoon of the third day, Qin Feng and his companions rode through Jinzhou and Fen Prefecture, finally arriving at Taiyuan. They took a rest at a post station in Taiyuan.
Due to General Wang Bin, who was stationed in Taiyuan and had urgent military matters to attend to, he did not come to greet them personally. Instead, he sent a Deputy General to welcome them, which still felt very warm.
Over a thousand soldiers were dispatched to meet them outside Taiyuan City, escorting them all the way to see Taiyuan City, which was quite impressive.
The soldiers guarding the outer city of Taiyuan also appeared very enthusiastic and strong in combat power, all shouting their welcomes.
Even the citizens gathered over a kilometer away from Taiyuan City were watching, looking very excited.
At that moment, Qin Feng and his companions were also very happy; what an honor it was! As mere civil officials, they received such a grand welcome from so many people.
They were escorted all the way to the post station, where they conveyed General Wang Bin's message that it was getting late and it would be better to negotiate with the Jurchens tomorrow morning to allow for more preparation time.
Qin Feng and his companions agreed with smiles; they had finally arrived and could rest well.
Even Commander Zhang Mu and Liu Xian, the Duties of the Imperial Guard Commander, returned to their rooms to rest properly. After rushing along the way, they were exhausted and could finally sleep soundly.
Lady Xiaoxiao went straight to her room and lay on the bed, refusing to get up! She looked delicate yet even more charming.
After that night, although she felt good, she was truly tired and still had sore waist and legs, so she quickly went to sleep.
Qin Feng smiled as he looked at her; she was indeed a gentle and charming woman! The feeling was really nice, but her health was too weak; she had not recovered yet.
However, there were more important matters awaiting him that prevented him from settling down.
That was the negotiation with the Jurchens. He did not know how negotiations were conducted in the past nor did he have experience in negotiations! That was the work of diplomats.
Although the Sovereign could offer three to five hundred thousand taels of silver to these Jurchens to make them retreat and not advance southward anymore.
He could only smile wryly! Although he did not understand diplomacy, he knew the intentions of these fierce Jurchens; they not only wanted silver but also aimed for the territory of Great Song, intending to destroy Northern Song.
A mere few million taels of Silver probably won't satisfy their ambitions; they want more.
Having run out of ideas in the room, he left and walked to the backyard of the Post Station, starting to ponder how to facilitate the Negotiation.
The yard still had several trees planted, but at this time, all the leaves had fallen, leaving a bare expanse that appeared particularly sorrowful.
It was also very cold outside, with gusts of Cold Wind blowing through, making him shiver. However, it was easier to think clearly outside.
A few meters away, several Imperial Guards dressed in Black Armor stood guard, wearing black helmets.
They felt cold too and were shivering, with broadswords hanging at their waists.
They began to discuss among themselves: "I really don't understand what Qin Sir is thinking. It's clearly much warmer inside the room, yet he insists on suffering in the cold wind outside. What a strange person; he's not like he used to be."
"There's also a beautiful lady inside; it must be so comfortable to cuddle up and sleep. Just looking at it makes me envious."
"Could it be that Qin Sir is anxious about the upcoming Negotiation? Perhaps he's restless and needs to blow off some steam in the cold wind to calm himself down."
They were responsible for protecting Qin Feng's safety and had to ensure his protection at all times. Even if he stayed in the room, there would be plenty of guards stationed outside to prevent any incidents.
Now in the backyard, they naturally had to provide protection as well, even though they were at the Post Station.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted from outside, as if someone had barged in.
A tall man, about 1.8 meters high, appeared. He was very robust, with a long face that was dark yellow and exuded an air of authority, radiating killing intent.
He wore black armor and held a broad sword that was quite wide—several dozen centimeters at its widest point—but somewhat thin, indicating it was definitely lethal.
He grabbed one of the Imperial Guards at the table and said, "Where is Peace Envoy Qin Feng? Take me to him quickly."
The Imperial Guards felt a bit scared, but they knew this was one of their own. He was General Wang Song from Taiyuan, and he was also the brother of Wang Xiang, a domineering figure.
"Qin Sir is in the backyard. I wonder what General Wang is looking for him for."
Wang Song pushed him aside directly, appearing anxious, and hurried toward the backyard.
Several soldiers followed behind him, all tall and imposing. Some wore black armor, while others donned red armor.
They even carried gleaming Broadswords, as if preparing for battle, exuding a fierce aura as they headed to the backyard!
It was only a few meters away, and they quickly arrived. Wang Song noticed Qin Feng taking a stroll; he looked just like that dead Bai Lian, so leisurely. It was surprising that he could be so relaxed!
The Imperial Guards recognized Wang Song; they saw him several times a year in the palace. However, they were puzzled as to why he had drawn his Broadsword, as if intending to kill someone.
"General Wang, what brings you here with so many people?" one of them asked.
The Deputy Generals beside him raised their Broadswords and pointed them at the necks of the Imperial Guards, threatening them not to move.
The Imperial Guards were frightened; after all, they were all on the same side. "General Wang, what do you mean? We are all on the same side; why threaten us with swords?"
Wang Song glanced at them disdainfully and said, "It's none of your business. I just want you to be quiet for a moment. I am going to kill someone. It will be over soon, and then I will let you go."
The Imperial Guards immediately became alarmed. What did he mean? There was only Qin Sir in the courtyard; was he really going to kill him?
He approached with his Broadsword drawn, looking at Qin Feng, who was tall but still resembled that Bai Lian figure. If it weren't for my cousin Old Man, could he have become a High Official?
"Qin Feng, you Bai Lian, do you know why I want to kill you? You colluded with those bandits and caused the death of my Third Brother Wang Xiang. If I don't kill you, how can I face him? Today is your day of reckoning."
Qin Feng looked back in terror at the burly general clad in sturdy black armor. Unlike Wang Xiang's plump figure, he exuded an air of experience and ferocity.
This is Wang Xiang's second brother Wang Song. Just now, when the Imperial Guards were questioning, he heard that his own relative actually wanted to kill him with a knife.
Clearly, it was Wang Xiang's own carelessness that led to this situation. He was foolishly playing music on that dangerous mountain road and ended up getting shot by a Bandit, yet he still blamed himself for the trouble.
Indeed, the Wang family's relatives looked down on him and did not regard him as a person. They were truly a bunch of worthless creatures, even wanting to kill him.
Wang Song came over with a Broadsword, exuding a heavy killing intent. He really wanted to chop Bai Lian down. He had never liked him and did not consider him worthy; now he had caused the death of his Third Brother. It was truly deserving of death!
Wang Song was not like Wang Xiang, who was useless and only knew how to indulge in food, drink, and entertainment. After many battles, he was not only quick in action but also powerful, radiating a strong aura of killing intent.
He quickly ran over, as if he had spotted an enemy!
Is this really a relative? He was worse than a dog.
Qin Feng felt fear, as if he were facing an experienced veteran on the battlefield, staring at him intensely. That feeling was truly spine-chilling! It was a sense of impending death.
Although he also carried a Long Sword on him since that night, he had kept it with him for sudden attacks.
He still did not dare to confront him directly for fear of being injured, so he began to flee.
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