The little emperor only mentioned the words Dong Lingjiu said to Meng Cheng before to Zheng Yuheng, and he guessed the other party's purpose and idea.
　　Although Mr. Zuo said something to him lightly, he did not refute it in the end. Instead, Minister Li beside him kept nodding and found it very interesting.
　　So, in another negotiation a few days later, Yi Wenzhuo was not only treated by his former colleagues who did not say a word but glared at him throughout the whole process, but also found that after the participation of the Palace Front Department, the Minister of Rites, Lord Li, who always pondered and never asked questions, seemed to be touched by his anger and said in court that he would execute him and other words, which made Yi Wenzhuo uneasy and sweating.
　　In contrast to his expression, the few Jurchens who accompanied him and pretended not to understand the official language of Dayin showed some subtle joy. If Zheng Yuheng had not observed silently, perhaps even he would not have noticed it.
　　A stressful discussion took place in the hall, with Lord Li as the leader and officials from the Ministry of Rites cooperating. Although specific measures had not yet been decided, Yi Wenzhuo was in a state of panic, extremely worried about his life and property. If he had not been watched from behind by the Jurchens, he would have begged for mercy in court.
　　About two hours later, the two sides parted ways unhappily. At this moment, Zheng Yuheng, who had listened to the whole process, suddenly stood up and said to Yi Wenzhuo, "The envoy, please stay."
　　Yi Wenzhuo turned around and returned the greeting in a daze. He looked at his clothes and called out, "Commander...what do you think..."
　　His eyes slid from his clothes to Zheng Yuheng's face. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, showing an extremely surprised state, and said, "You are not dead?!"
　　Zheng Yuheng was sitting behind Mr. Feng Jin just now, and Feng Jin's identity was too eye-catching, so Yi Wenzhuo didn't see him clearly for a while. At this moment, when he was facing him, he suddenly realized that this was the person that his former boss Li Zongguang had ordered to be hunted down!
　　"You are...you are the one above..." Yi Wenzhuo was surprised and understood, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
　　Zheng Yuheng knew his origins, and seeing how shocked he was, he guessed that he was one of the people who had stood on the mountain peak when he and Li Zongguang were shooting at each other, so he said calmly: "Thanks to Lord Li in the underground, I am still standing here intact. I stopped you, the envoy, just to have tea and reminisce with Envoy Yi."
　　Yi Wenzhuo's throat was smoking, and he racked his brains to figure out what they were talking about. But just now, the two of them showed in public that they knew each other. It was not easy to reject him at this moment, so he just made excuses: "I have official duties, so I still..."
　　"Envoy Yi," Zheng Yuheng looked at him with profound meaning, "Even if I have official duties, it does not prevent us from meeting each other several times in private. I was able to escape alive, and I have something to say to Envoy Yi."
　　Everyone else scolded him for being a traitor and a villain, but why was this young man who was being hunted by Li Zongguang so friendly?
　　Yi Wenzhuo was a native of the country, and even if his mind was confused, he could still hear the hidden meaning of Zheng Yuheng's words. He was in a state of panic. The officials above him from the Ministry of Rites were furious, and their eyes looked as if they wanted to eat him alive. On the contrary, Zheng Yuheng was gentle and harmless. He was shaken in his heart, and secretly glanced at the people from Beisu behind him, and said, "Then I will... obey your orders..."
　　Zheng Yuheng raised his hand, and two Ziwei Guards stepped forward and invited Yi Wenzhuo to a secluded house outside the Ministry of Rites.
　　The people from Beisu were going to keep him under guard, but seeing this scene, they rolled their eyes and thought that Zheng Yuheng had been hunted by this person before, and was an excellent candidate, so they patted Yi Wenzhuo on the shoulder and told him to go.
　　Yi Wenzhuo looked at the mighty Purple Guards with swords on both sides, and he had already regretted it. He hurriedly wanted to walk behind him, but when he turned around, he happened to meet Zheng Yuheng who walked in front of him. At this moment, even if this young man looked harmless, his heart was cold and miserable.
　　The two walked to the middle of the house, closed the doors and windows, and the Purple Guards retreated.
　　Although Zheng Yuheng wore a sword, he didn't know swordsmanship, so he just used it as decoration. However, Yi Wenzhuo was a witness to the shooting between him and Li Zongguang at that time. He thought that this man was both civil and military, and had extraordinary courage, so he didn't dare to look down on the sword on him, and sat down at a loss.
　　Zheng Yuheng poured him tea personally and said gently: "Why is the envoy sweating?"
　　Yi Wenzhuo quickly fanned himself and laughed: "It's hot...too hot..."
　　Zheng Yuheng said: "Bei Su is cooler, no wonder the envoy went there."
　　Yi Wenzhuo's face was dull, and he lowered his head and said nothing.
　　Seeing him like this, Zheng Yuheng knew that this man was afraid of death but still had some shame, so he stopped playing Tai Chi with him, put down the teacup, lowered his head and approached him and said, "Your Excellency, do you know that the officials from the Ministry of Rites said they wanted to kill you, but it was just a joke. The people who really want to kill you are the people from Beisu behind you."
　　Yi Wenzhuo was stunned for a moment and said, "Them? I came here for them..."
　　"You are not here for them. You are forced to come here." Zheng Yuheng pointed out, and then said, "Since you are a civil servant, you should be able to see how ridiculous the peace proposal these people asked you to propose is. It is simply nonsense to negotiate peace with such conditions. Don't you have any doubts in your heart?"
　　Under the continuous erosion of fear, shock and panic just now, Yi Wenzhuo had long lost the ability to think seriously. After Zheng Yuheng said this, he tried to mobilize his brain and thought that what he said was very reasonable. He immediately got goose bumps and became afraid again: "According to what you said, they just don't want to negotiate peace, so why do they have to kill me?"
　　"If you don't want to negotiate peace, why are you here?" Zheng Yuheng said, "Are you just here to visit Dayin?"
　　Yi Wenzhuo looked bitter, thinking, Li Zongguang is such a person, but he couldn't kill this man. Instead, he promoted him to a higher position and wore gorgeous clothes. What talent do I have? It's better to listen to what he has to say.
　　Zheng Yuheng explained the interests involved to him in a few simple words, and then said: "Even if we want to let you go, as long as we leave Kyoto, or one day they can't wait any longer, when you are sleeping soundly at night, we will kill you with a knife--"
　　He pointed to his neck and smiled, "The envoy's good head will be thrown to the ground."
　　Yi Wenzhuo's heart was pounding. He thought about it over and over again, and wandered around the room for a long time. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. This explained some of his doubts in recent days, but what should he do?
　　He turned his head and saw Zheng Yuheng pouring another cup of tea. He gritted his teeth and saw that there was no one around. He knelt down in front of him with a plop, pulled the hem of the brocade silk with gold weaving, hugged his calf, and cried bitterly, "It was all instigated by the traitor Li Zongguang before. Although I have worked with him for several years, I was forced to do this! Even the last time he wanted to secretly kill you, we didn't know about it until later, and were forced to become traitors. I am not an ordinary soldier who can escape to other commanders and serve under someone else. I really have nowhere else to go, there is no way out! "
　　He wiped his tears. A good man in his thirties was so afraid of death that he cried miserably: "First, I dared not resist him, for fear that he would use force on me. Second, I could not sneak out. That thief Li wanted to shoot you on the top of the mountain, and I tried my best to stop him, but he slapped me away... It's good that thief Li died! It was he who put me in such a situation! I was forced to be captured by Bei Su. Please, for the sake of the fact that we have met several times, save me!" I
　　am afraid that eight out of ten sentences of this man were made up on the spot. It is estimated that when he was with Li Zongguang, he cursed Zheng Yuheng for deserved to die.
　　Zheng Yuheng felt sorry for his clothes, but he had to act, so he couldn't push him away at this time. He didn't look at him, but patiently drank a sip of tea, and said in a gentle tone: "Why do you think I called you? One is to expose Bei Su's conspiracy, and the other is to save you."
　　Yi Wenzhuo looked up and said: "Your Excellency is so magnanimous. I can't repay such a great kindness in my lifetime. I don't know how to save me?"
　　Zheng Yuheng told him the prepared words: "I am fortunate to receive the grace of Your Majesty and temporarily receive the purple robe. Weiwei, there are only four or five Beisu people. I will use Ziweiwei to capture them, torture them severely, and force out their true purpose, and naturally I can save you. "
　　Yi Wenzhuo believed it to be true, and kowtowed to Zheng Yuheng on the spot
　　, saying: "My lord, I will never forget your kindness in saving me, lord..." Zheng Yuheng hurriedly helped him up and told him: "You stay here, lest they find something wrong when you go back and secretly kill you, I will take people to catch them now."
　　Yi Wenzhuo dared not disobey, and nodded quickly.
　　Then, Zheng Yuheng straightened his clothes, turned around and went out, and closed the door. After
　　he left, there was no movement for a full hour. Seeing that the sun was setting in the west, Yi Wenzhuo was terrified, fearing that he had made a mistake, or failed to catch the person, or changed his mind and gave up on himself. He turned around and patrolled back and forth, and just sat in the room and sighed.
　　There was a back door in this room, but it seemed to be locked and could not be pushed open. Yi Wenzhuo walked back from the back, not daring to go out. He just looked quietly through the crack of the door and saw that the Ziwei Guards who came here with Zheng Yuheng were indeed gone, and he couldn't even find their shadows.
　　Not only did the Ziwei Guards disappear, but he also took a look and was almost scared to death -
　　the four or five Jurchens wearing Hu clothing and carrying swords actually broke into the yard and were patrolling left and right. Seeing that there was no one here, they walked towards the house!
　　It's over, Zheng Junzhi lied to him!
　　Yi Wenzhuo's mind went blank, and he fell to the ground with a plop, thinking "my life is over." Strictly speaking, he and Zheng Junzhi had a grudge against each other, and they came out to meet alone. This just gave this group of people a great opportunity. Even if the Beisu people didn't want to take action, they would probably take action when they got this opportunity.
　　He wanted to kill himself with the hands of the Jurchens!
　　Yi Wenzhuo regretted his decision and got up to crawl back. The door in front of him was opened. A Beisu man with a braided hair and a sword looked inside and saw that there was no one in the room. He laughed in the barbarian language, "He really left! It's unreliable for the emperor to appoint such a person! He is still wet behind the ears and doesn't know how high the sky is and how thick the earth is. He left such a handle."
　　Someone beside him said in the barbarian language, "We have been here long enough. The emperor failed to kill him in anger and was worried that no one would take the blame. Boss, let's just kill this coward! Let's say that when we get here, this coward is already dead, and it's the fault of that yellow-mouthed child!"
　　After a rough discussion, several people calmed down and drew their swords. Raised high to Yi Wenzhuo's neck -