Chapter 272

"Don't look at the war faction using some system and great righteousness to temporarily gain the upper hand, but they have a biggest flaw!"

Wang Yang suddenly lowered his voice, looked at the barbarian youth with a mysterious face, and asked: "Can Young Master Chang guess it?"

The youth listened with full attention and shook his head slightly nervously.

A flash of brilliance shone in Wang Yang's eyes, the corners of his mouth hooked into a smile that was not a smile, he elongated his tone, and his voice slowly rippled out:

"They..."

He stopped here, his face became solemn, and he spat out three words with resounding force:

"The name is not right!"

The barbarian youth was stunned and nodded:

"I know this saying; it is what Confucius said. Confucius said: If the name is not right, then the words are not smooth; if the words are not smooth, then... then... uh..."

"Then the matter will not succeed."

"Yes, yes, it is that the matter will not succeed!"

"So their matter cannot succeed!" Wang Yang said decisively.

The barbarian youth gasped, leaned forward, and repeated: "Cannot succeed?"

"Cannot succeed! The war faction wants to fight, but their reasons are insufficient! Think about it, you kidnapped Seeing Liu Cheng, but you didn't kill him, and you didn't chop off his arms or legs—you didn't chop them off, right?"

"Of course we didn't chop them off! We didn't even touch him!"

Beating him a few times doesn't count as touching, right? His teeth didn't fall out. The barbarian youth thought silently.

"Yes, look at how you handled this matter; you were quite smart. You didn't harm his life, so there is room for maneuver! Our peace faction said, 'Ah, they didn't harm the noble family, and they didn't burn, kill, or plunder. You want to fight them just for kidnapping a person? Then I ask you, now suppose a tribe enters the border, kidnapping people, harming the noble family, and burning, killing, and plundering—what are you prepared to do? Isn't it still fighting? If both situations are fighting, then it is unfair to the former situation! If it is unfair, then in the future, there will be no such thing as just kidnapping people, because the result is fighting anyway, so it's better to burn, kill, and plunder! The Wenyang tribe didn't do anything else; they just wanted some satin. Can't such a small request be satisfied? There is so much satin in the national treasury; what's wrong with giving some?'"

"Yes, yes!"

The barbarian youth excitedly hammered the table, feeling it made extreme sense! At the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little fortunate that he hadn't plundered in Han territory! Actually, it wasn't that he hadn't thought about plundering, but mainly because he had brought too few people, and along the way, he had been sneaking through the mountains, and after being discovered, he had fled in a panic, so he simply didn't have the conditions to plunder.

Wang Yang also excitedly hammered his palm: "Exactly! Besides, they didn't say they wouldn't release the person if they didn't get the satin!"

"Yes—uh?" Young Master Chang was stunned, "This is..."

Wang Yang didn't wait for Young Master Chang to express his position and changed the subject:

"When the war faction saw that they couldn't argue with us, they simply created momentum, saying that the barbarians are the most greedy for profit, short-sighted, and it is impossible for them to release the person without brocade! They also said that sending satin to the barbarians is equivalent to kneeling to the barbarian tribes, selling the country's interests to seek temporary peace! They also said that the peace faction each had selfish motives, and they were either soft-boned and afraid of fighting or had accepted bribes from the Wenyang barbarians! Old Duke Liu wanted to use satin to save his son, but he was directly impeached, saying it was 'abandoning public interest for private interest, ruining the imperial court's discipline,' and 'betraying the country to flatter the barbarians, failing the Emperor's grace'!

They also forced him to ask if he was acting with the Wenyang barbarians, deliberately sending his son into the barbarian tribe! On the surface, he was asking the imperial court for satin, but in reality, he was using his son as a hostage and secretly colluding! The public discussion was surging, and the voices were like gold, actually forcing Old Duke Liu to prostrate himself in the Taiji Hall to plead guilty! Poor Old Duke Liu, with a famous reputation, spent his whole life in battle, exhausted his body and fulfilled his duty, his battle robes stained with blood! In the end, he was forced to knock his head on the ground in front of all the civil and military officials—"

When Wang Yang said this, his voice choked, he couldn't control himself, his eyes looked slightly out of focus into the void, and the pupils seemed to reflect the tragic scene in the Taiji Hall that day...

The barbarians present were all moved!

Wang Yang's choice of words and his tone of voice were really too infectious, so much so that in Young Master Chang's mind, a picture appeared of a majestic old general being forced to kneel and kowtow by a group of villains, which made him involuntarily develop a heart of pity, and he even wanted to comfort Wang Yang.

But he really had no time to take care of other things at this moment. When he kidnapped Seeing Liu Cheng back then, he had seen that Duke Liu was a prominent figure in the Han court, thinking that if he captured this person's beloved son, would he be afraid of not being able to exchange for satin? But now even Liu Shilong... This matter of brocade, I'm afraid there is no hope anymore...

Wang Yang's tears were chilling, and his voice carried suppressed anger:

"This group of people still didn't stop, they bewitched the ministers, incited the common people, and finally developed to the point where whoever advocated peace was colluding with the barbarians, and whoever wanted to send brocade was a traitor! This is equivalent to tying the entire imperial court to their war chariot! Some even said that the Wenyang barbarians have the ambition of a wolf, and only swords and soldiers can deter them; they must slaughter the entire tribe to eliminate future troubles! Whoever dares to speak of sending satin should be executed to apologize to the world—"

"Ga lie ya tutu cha!!!"

The barbarian youth stood up abruptly, roaring with grief and indignation, and even the blue veins on his neck were revealed!

The barbarian soldiers at the tent entrance immediately beat their chests in response: "Ya tutu cha!!!" They roared so loudly that the spear tips trembled, and the dust on the tent roof fell down!

Wang Yang opened his eyes wide and roared along: "Ya tutu cha!!!!"

Everyone was stunned and looked at Wang Yang together.

The barbarian youth asked while panting: "You also ya tutu cha?"

Wang Yang was filled with righteous indignation: "Must ya tutu cha!"

"... Do you know what ya tutu cha means?"

Wang Yang blinked: "Doesn't it mean scolding them?"

"It means fighting them to the death!!" Young Master Chang's chest heaved, and fire seemed to be spraying from his eyes.

"In terms of courage, Young Master Chang's ya tutu cha is admirable!"

Wang Yang clasped his fists at Young Master Chang, his expression sincere, then his brows twisted into a 'chuan' shape, his eyes filled with worry, and he said slowly:

"But in terms of interests, Young Master Chang's ya tutu cha is exactly what the war faction wants..."

Young Master Chang gritted his teeth and said: "Things have come to this, do I have any other choice?!"

Wang Yang raised his brows and waved his sleeves:

"Of course! I said it earlier; in the affairs of the world, how can everything go according to the wishes of the war faction! Above, the Son of Heaven does not want to fight, and below, the peace faction is striving for it, which is why I am here as an envoy today!"

Young Master Chang's big eyes lit up, and he said excitedly:

"Right! Right! Didn't you say before that their matter cannot succeed!"

Wang Yang had an unquestionable expression, his voice firm:

"It must not succeed!"

Young Master Chang was overjoyed and shouted repeatedly:

"Good! Good! A good 'cannot succeed'!"

Wang Yang waved his hand like brushing away clouds:

"Don't the war faction want to fight? We just won't let them have their way!"

Young Master Chang's blood seemed to be boiling:

"Right!! Just won't let them have their way!!"

Wang Yang raised his arms like holding thunder:

"Don't they say it's impossible for you to release the person? We'll just give them a loud slap in the face!"

Young Master Chang's heart beat like a drum:

"Hahaha!!! Satisfying!!! Slap them in the face!!!"

"Slap them hard! Once this person is released, the war faction will be stunned on the spot! In the future, they will be like grasshoppers after autumn, unable to jump anymore! Whoever dares to mention starting a war again, that is starting a border provocation! That is rebellion! The Son of Heaven will directly destroy them!"

"Right! Once this person is released, the war faction will be on the spot—wait for this!!!!"

Young Master Chang came to his senses, stared at Wang Yang, and asked: "Do you mean, let me release the person?"

Wang Yang said as a matter of course: "Yes!"

Young Master Chang was stunned and asked again: "Then what about the satin?"

Wang Yang asked puzzledly:

"Didn't I just say it! There's no way to give satin!"

Young Master Chang was stunned and said somewhat incredulously: "So you mean you're not giving anything, and you want to take the person away?"

Wang Yang said speechlessly: "How is that possible..."

Young Master Chang finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Then what do you mean?"

"Don't you just want three thousand brocade robes and three thousand crimson jackets?"

"Right!"

Wang Yang smiled contemptuously: "Let alone a mere three thousand robes and jackets, even thirty thousand cannot compare to what I brought you!"

Young Master Chang was shocked: "What did you bring me?!"

"Want to know?"

Young Master Chang's eyes widened, and he nodded repeatedly.

Wang Yang dusted his sleeves and said:

"First serve wine and food; let's eat and talk. 'Is it not a joy to have friends coming from afar?' I brought you treasure from far away; aren't you going to treat me? You want me to talk dryly!"

"Treasure? What treasure??" Young Master Chang's eyes were even more suspicious.

Wang Yang smiled without saying a word.

A barbarian soldier at the tent entrance shouted: "Young Zou Ye is asking, answer quickly!"

"You fucking bastard!"

Wang Yang looked back domineeringly, pointed at the barbarian soldier, and directly exploded with a modern swear word!

"This young master came here, firstly to resolve the crisis of your Wenyang tribe's extermination, and secondly to bring your tribe an unprecedented opportunity! I am now going to tell your Young Master Chang about a treasure greater than tens of thousands of brocades. Is there any room for you to interrupt?"

Wang Yang looked at Young Master Chang and asked coldly: "Is this the rule of your tribe for treating guests?"

The tent fell into an eerie silence, and everyone was stunned by Wang Yang's sudden "anger." It felt like a person who had always been talkative and easygoing had changed his face without any warning, like a tiger napping in the sun in spring; the moment before, it was squinting its eyes and smiling like a big cat, and the next moment it opened its tiger eyes, cold light shot out, giving people a feeling of being inviolable.

Young Master Chang's face changed again and again, he looked at the guard, and shouted a barbarian phrase.

The man hurriedly knelt on one knee, his right hand clenched into a fist against his chest.

Young Master Chang scolded sternly in barbarian language, and then waved his hand, and two barbarian soldiers took the man out, one on the left and one on the right.

He learned the etiquette of the Han people and bowed awkwardly to Wang Yang:

"I have already punished this person's rudeness; please forgive me."

Wang Yang smiled, as if it wasn't him who had just erupted, and said in a relaxed tone:

"Why is Young Master Chang being so formal? It was just a small misunderstanding. By the way, my people are still waiting outside; send them a portion of the wine and food too, and bring more meat."

Young Master Chang was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed loudly: "Good! A good Han envoy! A good Wang of Langya!"

Then he ordered his subordinates to prepare wine and food. Just as the subordinates were about to take orders and leave the tent, Wang Yang remembered something and added solemnly:

"There must be roasted lamb legs."