Leaving from Mo Xiaobai's residence, Zhou Hun was still stunned on his face.

He didn't understand what else he had to do here, and he had already completed the communication and exchange with the Goryeo side, at least in the matter of whether the Han expanded eastward, he had already given Goryeo a reassurance.

What else do you have to do?

Thinking back to Mo Xiaobai's strange gaze, Zhou Hun felt that he might have missed something important.

What else happened during this time?

This question has been circling in Zhou Hun's mind since it appeared. What made him even more strange was that although they participated in the competition, the team of envoys of the Great Song Dynasty, who had won nothing, did not embark on the return journey like the Wa Kingdom and the Ming Dynasty.

Two nights later, a hurried footstep woke Zhou Hun from his sleep.

The person who came was a guest of the Yuan family, and after knocking on the door, he said urgently: "My lord, my master is invited." ”

"Who is your master? What's the matter with me in the starry night? As a diplomatic envoy, Zhou Hun came to Goryeo to naturally meet with the ruling family of Goryeo these days, but he was half-asleep at the moment, somewhat impatient.

He is an envoy of the Han Dynasty, but he is not a subordinate of the Yuan family.

"My lord, my master said that there is an urgent matter to discuss with you, please be sure to pass through the house."

"Waiting outside."

The other party teleported over to find him in the middle of the night, Zhou Hun took a deep breath, and waved his hand to signal the doorman to go out first.

Tidy up his clothes, teleport into the Goryeo Royal City, and then go straight to Yuanfu.

Seeing that the Yuan family would be almost brightly lit, Zhou Hun was convinced that something big had happened.

Walking into the main hall, in front of him is the head of the Yuan family, the prime minister of Goryeo.

"Lord Zhou, do you know that the Great Han has declared war on Baekje?"

The first sentence that Yuan Zhiqi said made Zhou Hun chuckle in his heart.

Dahan at war with Baekje?

When was this?

He, the diplomatic envoy Honglu Siqing, didn't even know about it?

Looking at Zhou Hun with a bewildered face, Yuan Zhiqi's eyes flashed with anger: "Do you remember, my lord, how did you talk to the king in my court a few days ago?" ”

Before?

Of course Zhou Hun remembers!

He repeatedly assured that the conflict between the Great Han and Baekje was limited to the former borderless land of Manseok Island, and it was impossible for the Great Han to stretch out his palm to the land of Samhan.

How long has it been since you said this?

Are there twenty hours?

It seems that many years of diplomatic experience have made Zhou Hun train to the level of spitting lotus flowers, and at this moment, his head is a little frustrated, and he hesitated and asked: "My lord, where did you hear about this?" Is it true? ”

"You think I'm joking with you?"

Yuan Zhiqi sneered back, and then said: "If you don't believe it, you can go back and ask the earl who came to participate this time, or General Cao of the Great Song Dynasty, they are very amazing to hide from the world." ”

Go back and ask?

When Yuan Zhiqi said this, Zhou Hun had already believed ninety percent at this moment. No wonder he didn't go back after the tournament was over, and it seemed that he didn't plan to go back.

It's about putting yourself on the fire and roasting it!

Zhou Hun is now completely sleepy, and even his head is starting to hurt.

As a diplomatic envoy, what he said was almost equivalent to the remarks of the Han court, but now that his own remarks and rhetoric, even including himself, have become a cover for a sudden war, and even a victim, Zhou Hun is not without a little anger in his heart.

Although it is in Goryeo at the moment, and Dahan is fighting Baekje.

But fools know that the land of Samhan is headed by Goryeo, and Goryeo will never allow the Han to enter the Samhan Peninsula in such a grand manner.

Since the Great Han launched a war against Baekje, it was tantamount to declaring war on Goryeo. Diplomacy has changed from a state of détente to hostility in an instant, and these days of efforts have come to naught, not to mention the unknown dangers that have to be faced.

Who knows if Goryeo, in a fit of rage, will kill himself and declare war on the Han again?

It's not impossible.

The so-called worry about what, as soon as Zhou Hun thought of the issue of personal safety, Yuan Zhiqi pinched his palm: "Your Excellency won't not know, because of the matter of Wanshi Island, the king has become particularly sensitive. Now that you, the Han and the Great Song Dynasty have joined forces with Silla to attack Baekje, it is bound to make the king furious. I have come to you tonight to discuss how this matter should end, and if there is no good way to do it, your lord may have to face the king's rebuke tomorrow. ”

Now find a way to end it?

Zhou Hun smiled bitterly when he heard this, how could he end up at this point.

After a little thought, you can know that it is not Mo Xiaobai who can call the shots in this battle, it must be the decision of the Han court, at least Wang Lao'er is in favor of sending troops.

As a Hanchen, can he oppose the court?

But doing nothing is tantamount to forcing Goryeo to enter the war.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Hun said, "Do you have a good plan?" ”

Yuan Zhiqi squinted his eyes and nodded: "I can't talk about good policies, but if you want to live, I still have some solutions." ”

"Your Excellency, please speak."

"Tomorrow the king will hold a court meeting, you will lead the earl into the royal city, and hand him over to the king, maybe there is a turning point in this matter, otherwise I will raise troops to the south."

Yuan Zhiqi gave a plan to start with the seemingly weakest Big Dream City forces.

Zhou Hun frowned unconsciously when he heard this, didn't he let himself betray the earl?

Seeing that Zhou Hun didn't answer immediately, Yuan Zhiqi didn't intend to give him time to think about it: "You'd better think about it, do you want to see my Goryeo heavy army go south and fight another battle with the Han expeditionary troops, or sacrifice that one person to preserve the peace between the Han and the three Hans." In addition, I will tell you that the expedition of the Great Han Labor Division is not as good as the nearby transfer of troops in Sanhan. ”

How to choose?

To sell, or not to sell?

On the face of emotion, the Han disregarded his own safety and used him as a means to defraud Goryeo, which had already made Zhou Hun feel cold.

But from a legal point of view, life is a Han Chen, death is also a Han ghost, the Han and the Great Song Dynasty alliance to attack the peninsula, there must be a big chance of victory, how can the public be abolished because of private at this time?

The anxiety in his heart made Zhou Hun have mixed feelings.

In front of him, Yuan Zhiqi's killing intent became heavier, as if he would immediately kill people if he didn't agree, which made him even more frightened.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhou Hun exhaled and said, "I can give it a try, but he, he may not listen to me." ”

"He will."

Yuan Zhiqi's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile: "I know this person's character, you just need to tell him about my Gaoli attitude, and provoke him with your life." He will not watch you fall into danger, and will definitely take the initiative to come to the royal city. ”

"That's it, just listen to the adults."

Zhou Hun nodded a little distractedly, and then arched his hand and said, "I'll leave first." ”

Coming out of the Yuan Mansion, Zhou Hun directly teleported back to Cloud Mustard City without stopping.

hurriedly ran into the small courtyard where Mo Xiaobai lived, and saw that this guy actually had the leisure to put down the wine and food, and drank in the courtyard, and immediately stepped forward in three or two steps to grab Mo Xiaobai's sleeve and said:

"Come on, follow me."

I didn't say anything superfluous, I just wanted to pull Mo Xiaobai up.

"What's the matter with your panic?"

Mo Xiaobai was naturally not a scribe who could pull it, but instead stretched out his hand and pressed Zhou Hun on the stone bench next to him: "One hundred thousand people are in a hurry, you have to drink a bottle, come, it's cold at night, drink a glass first." ”