Chapter 12 Li Shimin Asks for Advice

At this time, Cheng Yaojin on the side couldn't help but interrupt, but was stopped by Xu Luo's eyes. He continued: "Let's not talk about anything else, just talk about the Eastern Turks. The two families have always been at odds. If we can let them fight each other, won't the troubles on the border be solved?"

He kept the question in suspense, his eyes gleaming with wit.

Li Shimin was attracted by his words and asked: "Internal fighting? This strategy is new, but how to implement it?"

Xu Luo laughed, picked up the banner and the bag full of copper coins beside him, and pretended to leave. "That depends on your majesty's ability." He turned around and said this, then walked out of the pavilion with brisk steps.

At this time, Cheng Yaojin looked at Xu Luo's back and whispered to Li Shimin: "This Xu Luo is not only smart, but his walking posture is also very good, just like dancing."

When Li Shimin was worried about the "internal strife" problem, Xu Luo suddenly appeared out of nowhere and said, "A little impatience will ruin a great plan" in his ears.

He went on to say: "Wait until the country is as stable as an old dog and the situation is calm, then we, the Tang Dynasty, will send out our army. That will be glorious!" As Xu Luo spoke, he gestured, as if he were the general commanding thousands of troops.

"Now, we have to endure and gather our strength!" A sly look flashed in his eyes, "When the time is right, hey, that's when we can strike hard!"

"Strike a heavy blow?" Li Shimin, Zhangsun Wuji and others were shocked, as if they were awakened by Xu Luo's four words.

Especially Li Shimin, his fighting spirit, which had been as stagnant as stagnant water, was instantly ignited, as if he saw himself fighting bravely on the battlefield.

But when he came to his senses, Xu Luo had disappeared.

Li Shimin looked at the direction where Xu Luo disappeared, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, as if he felt a little regretful and a little admiring.

"This kid is really good at waking me up from my dream!" He muttered to himself, stood up and bowed deeply in that direction.

In a blink of an eye, three days passed. The streets of Chang'an were bustling with people, but Xu Luo was still in that corner, sleeping like a dead pig. During these three days, Li Shimin did not look for him again, so his fortune-telling stall was naturally deserted.

But for Xu Luo, all this seemed unimportant. He still slept soundly, with a smile on his face from time to time, as if he had dreamed of something beautiful.

Xu Luo finally saved up 500 points and participated in the martial arts lottery with great anticipation.

Who would have thought that he would actually draw a Xiang Yu spirit? The system prompts that if you gather ten Xiang Yu spirits, you can summon the legendary overlord. But Xu Luo doesn't have the time to slowly collect them. He urgently needs strength right now.

So, he gritted his teeth and integrated Xiang Yu's martial spirit into his body. Although he only gained one tenth of the power, the powerful impact made Xu Luo happy.

I thought that if I met those three little thieves again, I could easily handle them by myself.

Just then, the noise of carriages came from the other end of the street, accompanied by bursts of noise.

Xu Luo lazily opened his eyes and glanced in that direction, only to see a group of barbarians, wearing leather coats and leather armor, with curved swords hanging from their waists, swaggering in front of them to clear the way. Behind them, a carriage was following unsteadily.

Seeing this scene, the people on Zhuque Street hid away, their faces showing fear of the barbarians. However, Xu Luo was quite interested in the appearance of these barbarians, and he even wanted to see what these guys were capable of.

The atmosphere in Chang'an City was as tense as a taut bowstring. The ferocious barbarian troops were rampant and tyrannical, making innocent people feel terrified.

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of exaggerated laughter from the crowd. A fat vendor fell down comically and rolled into a ball, which made everyone laugh. This abrupt joke seemed to add a touch of relaxation to the depressing atmosphere. Xu Luo looked at these barbarians with a playful smile on his face, as if everything in front of him was just a farce.

He counted lightly with his fingers and said to himself mysteriously, "Ha, Tuli really can't help himself. The envoy is probably on the way."

The people watching didn't understand what was going on. After Xu Luo finished speaking, he closed his eyes leisurely and lay down in a corner leisurely, as if he had foreseen the upcoming show.

But in the Ganlu Hall of the Imperial Palace, Li Shimin was in a completely different situation.

He paced anxiously in the hall with his hands behind his back, his brows full of worry. He had originally planned to send troops to Mobei with great enthusiasm, but Xu Luo's light words shook his determination.

He was anxiously waiting for news from the front and for the Tuli envoy. Li Shimin knew that his mood at this moment was like a pot of boiling water, calm on the surface but turbulent inside.

He wanted to leave the palace to find Xu Luo several times, but when he thought that Xu Luo had not yet discovered his true identity, he stopped. Li Shimin knew very well that sometimes, the unknown is the safest amulet.

Li Shimin was chatting with Xu Luo, and he wanted to dig out more secrets about the Tang Dynasty and his own life from him. At this time, an old eunuch stumbled into the hall, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I have an urgent matter to report!" The old eunuch was panting and looked like he was about to die.

Li Shimin frowned and asked unhappily, "What's the matter? Why are you so flustered?"

The old eunuch wiped his sweat, tried to calm his breathing, and stammered, "Then, that Tuli, they sent an envoy! They are waiting outside the palace gate!"

"Tuli?" Li Shimin's heart was shocked, and he thought to himself: Today is indeed the third day, and Xu Luo's prediction is going to come true again.

He pondered for a while, then ordered, "Go, call the Duke of Qi, the Duke of Wei, and the Duke of Lu."

A faint smile appeared on Li Shimin's face, as if mocking the impending fate.

"Yes!" the old eunuch responded and left in a hurry.

Inside Ganlu Palace, Li Shimin's imperial study was always solemn and dignified, but today it was a little different. The emperor was wearing a golden dragon robe and sitting behind the dragon table with a stern expression. The atmosphere around him was almost frozen.

At this time, he ordered in a cold voice: "The Xuanxi Turkic envoys come to see me!"

The sharp voice of the young eunuch outside the door sounded immediately: "Please invite the Western Turkic envoy, Lord Bonusi, to enter the palace!"

At this moment, three people rushed into the hall like a gust of wind, led by Bonusi.

He was about 40 years old, with strong muscles, wearing exotic clothes and a leather hat. He felt something was wrong as soon as he entered the door. The important officials in the court, such as Changsun Wuji and Wei Zheng, all looked at him with unfriendly eyes.

Bonuci glanced at the people present, and saw that some of them were frowning, while others were sneering. His heart tightened, and he bowed his head and saluted: "Envoy Bonuci, I pay my respects to His Majesty the Emperor of Tang."

At this time, someone among the onlookers muttered to himself: "It seems that this Western Turkic envoy does not understand the depth of our Great Tang. He dares to come to see the emperor dressed like this."

(End of this chapter)