Chapter 745 Liu Bei's Letter

After listening to Liu Xie's words, Xi Yu felt a warm current in his heart, but he still had some concerns. He frowned and said, "Your Majesty, the matter of sending troops needs to be considered carefully and should not be acted rashly. This involves many aspects, such as the deployment of food and fodder, troops, and the terrain of the Kushan Kingdom and their troop deployment. Factors need to be considered."

Liu Xie's face suddenly became gloomy. He gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with anger, and said loudly, "If the assassin only came for me, I can ignore it. But he offended the prime minister, how can I swallow this breath! This matter will not be let go!"

Xi Yu listened to Liu Xie's words, and his heart moved. He looked at Liu Xie's excited expression and secretly understood that Liu Xie was deliberately trying to win him over.

He frowned slightly, looked at the ground with deep eyes, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said: "Your Majesty, I need to think about this matter again. Even if we don't start a war for the time being, we can't just let it go so easily."

Liu Xie sighed helplessly, waved his hand and said: "Since the Prime Minister insists on this, I can't say anything more."

Xi Yu nodded slightly, turned to Qin Feng beside him and ordered: "Qin Feng, you will be responsible for the aftermath."

Then, he respectfully bowed to Liu Xie and said: "Your Majesty, it's time for me to leave."

Qin Feng stepped forward and suggested: "Prime Minister, why not put Song Guangshan in jail first."

Xi Yu's eyes were deep, and after thinking for a moment, he nodded and said: "Just do as you said."

Xi Yu turned around and wanted to leave. Seeing this, Liu Xie hurriedly tried to keep him, with a look of reluctance on his face: "Prime Minister, please stay for a while."

However, Xi Yu had made up his mind. He bowed slightly and said: "Your Majesty, I still have many things to deal with. I will take my leave first."

After that, he strode away, leaving Liu Xie standing there, looking at his departing back, with complex emotions in his eyes.

Afterwards, Qin Feng respectfully bowed to Liu Xie and turned away.

Xi Yu rushed all the way and finally returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

At this time, Xi Shi was walking slowly in the yard, her eyes wandering.

Suddenly, she saw Xi Yu's figure appear in the mansion, and her face instantly bloomed with excitement.

She hurried over, her eyes full of concern, and asked anxiously: "Husband, where have you been? I was so worried."

Xi Yu looked at Xi Shi's worried look, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He smiled and said: "Don't worry, it's just that there are some things with His Majesty, and I just dealt with them."

Xi Yu's eyes fell on Xi Shi, and suddenly he seemed to remember something, frowned slightly, and then relaxed.

He had an apologetic smile on his face, and looked at Xi Shi gently and said: "I suddenly remembered that I should have slept with you that day, but later I stayed with His Majesty. I will definitely make it up to you, why not start from now."

As he said, he raised a smirk at the corner of his mouth, opened his arms directly, and hugged Xi Shi tightly in his arms.

Xi Shi was startled by this sudden action, her eyes opened wide, and her cheeks were instantly stained with a blush.

Her heart was like a deer beating wildly, shy and shocked.

While struggling, she gently beat Xiyu's chest with her hands and whispered, "Oh, put me down quickly. It's broad daylight. It's not good for people to see it."

Her eyes looked around in panic, for fear that others would see this embarrassing scene.

Xiyu didn't care. He looked at the shy Xishi in his arms, his eyes full of love and pampering, and laughed, "What are you afraid of? This is in our Prime Minister's Mansion. No one dares to say anything."

After that, he strode towards the room with Xishi in his arms.

After Xiyu walked into the room with Xishi in his arms, he put her on the soft bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving Xishi's beautiful face.

Xishi turned her face away slightly, trying to avoid Xiyu's fiery gaze.

Xiyu reached out and gently turned her face back.

Tian Dagui, the farmer sent by Liu Bei, carried a patched bag on his back, and stepped on dusty straw sandals. He set out on the long journey to Youzhou with a confused and uneasy look on his face.

He was originally a simple and honest farmer who worked in the fields all his life and could not read a single word.

He was completely unsure about being entrusted with the important task of delivering the letter. He kept muttering along the way: "Can I complete this arduous task? What if I can't deliver it?"

The sun was scorching, and his coarse clothes were soaked with sweat, but he didn't dare to stop for a moment.

After going through hardships, he finally arrived at the border crossing of Youzhou.

Tian Dagui was already panting and exhausted at this time, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his dark cheeks.

He hurriedly handed the letter to the soldier, and said in a trembling and stammering voice: "Sir, a man named Liu Bei asked me to deliver a letter, please take a look."

When several soldiers heard the name "Liu Bei", the muscles on their faces instantly tightened, and their eyes became sharp and alert.

One of the soldiers frowned, stepped forward, stared at Tian Da Kui closely, and asked seriously: "What kind of person is Liu Bei you are talking about?"

Tian Da Kui was shocked by the soldiers' reaction, but still answered honestly: "He sells straw sandals in our village. But he is very good and takes good care of us poor people."

The soldiers exchanged glances with each other, and they were all muttering in their hearts.

Several soldiers gathered together and whispered, one of them said in a low voice: "I think this should be the Liu Bei from Fangjun. I have heard people talk about him."

Another soldier nodded slightly and echoed: "Yes, it should be correct."

They turned around and waved to Tian Dagui, saying: "Put down the letter."

Tian Dagui was a little confused, but he put it down quickly.

The soldiers looked at Tian Dagui's back and their eyes fell on the letter again.

When they saw the words "Prime Minister's Personal Letter" written on the letter, they were more convinced of their judgment.

A soldier frowned and said solemnly: "It seems that it is really that Liu Bei. He sent a letter to the prime minister. His intention is not simple."

Another soldier touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Yes, is he trying to find a way out in this chaotic world? Or is he plotting something else?"

Their hearts were full of doubts, and they were secretly guessing Liu Bei's purpose, and at the same time thinking about what kind of waves this letter would bring to the current situation.

After the soldiers looked at each other for a few times, one of them waved to Tian Dagui and said, "You can go back, we will be responsible for forwarding the letter."

When Tian Dagui heard this, a smile immediately broke out on his face, and the smile was full of simplicity. He scratched his head and thought to himself: "Finally, this matter is done. It would be great if I could go back earlier."

He nodded repeatedly, and kept saying, "Then I'll leave, thank you soldiers."

Tian Dagui turned around, humming an unknown tune, and left briskly.

His eyes were bright and full of ease, as if he had accomplished something great.

In his opinion, he had just run an errand for Liu Bei, and now he could go back to the village and continue his peaceful life.

The soldiers looked at Tian Dagui's receding back, still thinking about Liu Bei.

A fast horse galloped to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the soldier on the horse looked anxious, holding a letter tightly in his hand.

When Xi Yu heard that it was a letter from Liu Bei, a trace of surprise flashed in his originally calm eyes.

He hurriedly took the letter and opened it solemnly.

Xi Yu held the letter, frowned, and his eyes revealed deep concern.

He couldn't help thinking in his heart: "It turns out that Liu Bei is in such a place, and the world is so unfair to him."

He repeatedly read the content of the letter about Liu Bei being charged protection fees, his face became gloomy, and a surge of anger surged in his heart. He paced back and forth in the room, saying indignantly as he walked: "In this chaotic world, selling straw sandals is already a difficult way to make a living, and those villains are actually asking for protection fees. It's really hateful!"

Xiyu's eyes became sharp, as if he saw Liu Bei struggling in that predicament. He clenched his fists and secretly made up his mind: "I must not sit idly by and watch such injustice. Liu Bei can write to me, so he must have some ambition and talent. I need to help him."

He called the secret guard and ordered seriously: "Go and find out the details of the person who collects protection fees. In addition, send someone to Liu Bei's place to secretly protect him."

The men took the order and left, and Xiyu sat back at the table again, looking at the letter, and he had already begun to plan how to help Liu Bei get out of trouble.

Xiyu thought, Liu Bei, those things in the past were really annoying.

But he thought that Liu Bei had become an ordinary person now, and the disgusting emotion faded a little.

Liu Bei was half lying on a simple wooden chair. Although his injuries had healed a little, they still made him move a little slowly.

He frowned slightly and looked ahead with a somewhat distracted look.

He was full of anxiety and muttered to himself, "I don't know if Tian Da Kui can deliver the letter smoothly."

His fingers tapped the armrest unconsciously, and various possible scenarios kept appearing in his mind. "Even if the letter is delivered, Xi Yu has a deep prejudice against me. Will he be willing to take care of my business?"

He sighed softly and smiled bitterly, "I am in such a situation now. I can only pin my hopes on him, but this hope is really slim."

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. Liu Bei's eyes lit up instantly. He struggled to get up, hoping that Tian Da Kui had returned with good news.

The shabby door was gently pushed open, and several villagers filed in. Liu Bei's expectant eyes dimmed a little, but he still managed to squeeze out a smile.

The villagers gathered around and asked with concern: "Mr. Liu, are you feeling better?"

Liu Bei's eyes instantly turned red, tears welled up in his eyes, he choked and said: "I am just a foreigner, drifting here, but I can get such care from you fellow villagers. I, Liu Bei, really have nothing to repay."

As he said, he was about to kneel down, and his knees were slightly bent.

Several villagers saw this and hurried forward to support him. One of the older villagers said: "Mr. Liu, please don't be like this. Everyone knows that you are a good person. You are injured now, and we should care about you."

Liu Bei wiped his tears with his sleeves and said with gratitude: "I, Liu Bei, will remember this friendship in my heart. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will repay you with a spring of water."

His heart was full of emotion. He could feel such warmth in this foreign land, which made him temporarily forget his worries about whether Xi Yu would help.

Liu Bei was helped by the villagers to sit back on his chair. He looked at everyone with gratitude and thanked them repeatedly.

After the villagers left, Liu Bei fell into deep thought again.

He leaned back in his chair, stroking the armrests gently, thinking to himself: "There is still warmth in this world, but my current predicament, without Xiyu's help, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resolve."

He closed his eyes slightly, and Xiyu's stern face kept appearing in his mind, "Although Xiyu had some dislike for me before, now that I'm down and out, maybe he will think of me a little bit? Forget it, now I can only wait and see if Tian Da Kui can bring back good news."

Just when Liu Bei was thinking about it, a burst of hurried footsteps finally came from outside the door. Liu Bei suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the door nervously, and prayed silently in his heart that it was Tian Da Kui who came back.

The door was pushed open, and it was indeed Tian Da Kui, who was panting and his face was flushed.

Liu Bei hurriedly asked, "Da Kui, has the letter been delivered?"

Tian Da Kui panted slightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Mr. Liu, I have successfully delivered the letter."

A complicated look flashed in Liu Bei's eyes, but he still said gratefully, "Da Kui, thank you for your hard work. It's really hard for you to run all the way. You should go home and rest soon, and I will make plans for the rest."

Tian Da Kui waved his hand and said, "Mr. Liu, you are polite. I also hope that your matter can be resolved smoothly. Then I will go back first, take care of yourself."

After that, Tian Da Kui turned and left the house.

Liu Bei looked at Tian Da Kui's back and sighed slightly.

Liu Bei paced back and forth in the house, frowning.

He knew that it was difficult for a small person like Tian Da Kui to meet Xi Yu directly.

He sat down at the table, propped his forehead with his hand, and thought to himself: "If Xiyu really read the letter, given his prejudice against me, he might just throw the letter aside and ignore it. But if he still has a trace of pity,..." Liu Bei shook his head, his eyes full of confusion.

He thought of his current situation again, and whispered to himself: "I am now living under someone else's roof. If Xiyu is unwilling to help, how should I deal with it? Am I really going to be bullied in this foreign land?" Liu Bei's face showed a painful look, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

On the other side, the Song family's house was filled with a repressive atmosphere. The servants whispered in the corridor, looking panic-stricken.

"It's been a day or two, why hasn't the master of the family come back yet?" A servant frowned, his eyes full of worry, and muttered in a low voice.

Another servant looked around and said in a low voice: "I think the master of the family must have been detained. The assassin's incident has caused such a big fuss, and the master must be related to it."

"Don't talk nonsense!" An old servant widened his eyes and scolded, but his heart was like a tangled mess, "But this matter... Alas, it is not impossible."

In the inner hall of the Song family, Mrs. Song paced back and forth, twisting her handkerchief with both hands, her face pale.

She thought to herself: Master, what happened to you? How did this assassin's incident involve you? There must be no mistakes.

She bit her lip, tears flashing in her eyes, and asked the housekeeper next to her anxiously: "Housekeeper, is there still no news about the master?"

The housekeeper lowered his head, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he said in panic: "Madam, not yet. But it has been widely spread outside, and people in many places around know that the owner of the family is implicated."

When Mrs. Song heard this, her eyes were filled with despair. She slumped in the chair weakly and murmured: "What should I do..."

Mrs. Song paced anxiously in the inner hall, her eyes were bloodshot, and her eyes were full of anxiety and uneasiness.

She grabbed the housekeeper's arm and said in a trembling voice: "Housekeeper, you must find a way to inquire about the whereabouts of the master, go and come back quickly."

The housekeeper looked solemn, he bowed slightly, and replied in a firm tone: "Madam, don't worry, I will go out and inquire." With that, he turned around and left the Song family quickly.

This hour seemed as long as a century for Mrs. Song.

She sat on the chair, clutching the clothes on her chest with both hands. Master, you must not be in trouble. This family cannot live without you.

Her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were bitten with deep teeth marks.

Finally, the housekeeper came back.

He was panting, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down his cheeks.

Mrs. Song stood up suddenly as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, staring at the housekeeper with her eyes, and asked anxiously: "Housekeeper, have you found out? Where is the master?"

The housekeeper frowned and said with a painful face: "Madam, I found out... I found out. The master... he was locked up in the prison."

Mrs. Song's body shook violently, her eyes widened, and her face was full of disbelief.

How could this happen? How could the master be locked up in the prison?

She felt dizzy, her eyes went black, and she almost fainted.

The maid next to her was quick and quickly supported her.

Mrs. Song leaned on the maid.

The housekeeper looked at the shaky Madam Song, his face full of anxiety and worry. He hurriedly said to the maid next to him: "Hurry, help Madam to rest, Madam is so anxious."

The maid was also panicked. She hurriedly supported Madam Song's arm and said softly but anxiously: "Madam, don't worry too much, go and rest for a while."

Madam Song's eyes were blank, and she was still mumbling: "Master, Master..."

Her body was soft and she let the maid support her.

The housekeeper watched Madam Song being helped away by the maid. He frowned and thought to himself that he had to go and ask the doctor quickly.

As he walked out quickly, he told the other servants: "Take good care of my wife. I'm going to get the doctor now."

He looked nervous and hurried.

When they arrived at the doctor's clinic, beads of sweat oozed from the housekeeper's forehead. He grabbed the doctor's arm and said anxiously: "Doctor, come with me quickly. My wife is in a state of anxiety and the situation is not good." (End of this chapter)