Chapter 2913: Food in the Palace
Azmi said: "It's very simple. You should write a letter now and have your personal entourage send it back to your home in Chang'an, and ask your family to prepare a reward and send it to Yumen Pass. Then I will take you to see the Caliph, and then I will ask the Caliph to send an envoy to the Tang Dynasty. Then transfer the thousand taels of gold outside Yumen Pass.”
This abacus is very smart, indeed.
First of all, this is to take his eldest son, Sun Jun, as a hostage. When he arrives outside Yumen Pass, he will hand over the money with one hand and the person with the other. There is no way to fake it. Secondly, because there are envoys from the Great Food Country, no matter what the relationship between the Tang Dynasty and the Great Food Country is, it is impossible to slaughter the envoys for a mere thousand taels of gold, especially for a country like the Tang Dynasty that has always paid attention to benevolence, justice and morality. It's even more intolerable.
In this way, the gold can be successfully brought back to Damascus.
Changsun Jun could only agree, otherwise he knew that not only would it be difficult to find another way to meet Muawiya, but he himself would not be able to get out of this door at all...
This Azmi is clearly a bandit. How can we let him, the "God of Wealth", to seek a career elsewhere?
"In that case, it's a deal!"
"Haha! So refreshing!"
"I wonder when the general plans to arrange an audience with the Caliph of your country?"
"Well... we have to wait for the opportunity."
"..."
Seeing Azmi stroking his beard and smiling weirdly, Chang Sun Jun wished he could kill this fellow with a knife on the spot.
One thousand taels of gold!
Even if a family like the Changsun family has a deep foundation, it is enough to scrape off a layer of flesh. In the end, this person is still not satisfied?
However, people under the eaves had to lower their heads. Changsun Jun had to hold back his anger and said warmly: "The difficulty is naturally a little more difficult, but I ask the general to be more careful. I will definitely not treat you badly."
Azmi then said: "The Caliph has just returned from the Holy Land. He is mentally exhausted from the long journey and has not seen any foreigners... Of course, if there are close associates around the Caliph who are willing to help deliver the message, it is still possible."
"What should I do next?"
This Han man is very sensible. Azmi smiled very proudly: "I heard that you brought some goods with you when you went to the city this time? Anyway, they were robbed from others. Why not give these goods to the caliph's personal followers? , on the one hand, you can give them a few nice words in front of the Caliph, and on the other hand, it can also eliminate the serious crime you committed by robbing and killing merchants.”
Changsun Jun understood that this bearded general would never stop until he knocked his bones and sucked out his marrow.
The customs and customs of the Tang Dynasty and the Great Food Country are completely different, but there is a rare similarity in the private and dirty thoughts of these individuals...
But he is a sensible person. He only cares about completing the mission quickly and returning to Chang'an. It doesn't matter how much it costs. He is not willing to stay in this damn place for more than a day.
"I regard the general as a friend, and I will let the general make the decision in everything. I will never complain."
"Okay! Enjoy it!"
Azmi was overjoyed: "In that case, you can stay here to rest and let Abdullah serve you. I will go to the palace and ask the people around the Caliph to help with the matter."
Changsun Jun was also very happy. He didn't expect that this guy would want to break people's bones and suck out their marrow for extortion, but after the negotiation was settled, he did things vigorously and resolutely.
As for taking himself hostage, he is not worried.
Anyway, he was in the den of thieves. Even if he was not in Azmi's house, could he escape his control? The other party is just asking for money. As long as it can help him meet Muawiya and complete the task assigned by his father, he will give him any amount of money...
"Thank you, General, for taking the trouble!"
"Haha, easy to say, easy to say!"
Immediately, Azmi left his eldest son Jun at home to rest, while he went to the palace overnight to ask for a meeting with the chamberlain who was familiar with him.
As the general guarding the city of Damascus, Azmi is certainly greedy for money and his character is not very reliable, but his personal connections are absolutely first-rate...
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When Changsun Jun woke up, he was once again tortured by having his hair rolled out. He washed it with water but there was no soap. The lice in his hair were also difficult to remove. It was better than nothing.
When gargling with fine salt grains, the servants in Azmi's house were dumbfounded...
How can a child raised by a noble and wealthy family be so luxurious as to rinse his mouth with salt?
After Chang Sun Jun struggled to enjoy an unpalatable breakfast accompanied by Abdullah, Azmi came back from outside happily.
This man had obviously not slept all night, his eyes were red, but he was in good spirits.
He came to sit next to Changsun Jun, took a biscuit with a dirty hand, put it in his mouth and took a big bite. While chewing, he said excitedly: "Last night, I communicated with the generals and chamberlains guarding the palace. , they promised to speak for you, just let us wait for the news.”
Changsun Jun looked at his hand and suddenly lost all appetite. He cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, General, for running all night!"
Azmi laughed and said, "You Han people always care so much about politeness. What's the point? It's just for money. I can give up half my life, let alone just find someone to smooth things over? You're welcome, you're welcome!"
After breakfast, Azmi went back to the bedroom to catch up on his sleep. Sun Jun could only talk in the yard with Abdullah accompanying him.
He is now regarded as the God of Wealth by Azmi, and he must not be allowed to leave his control...
Fortunately, at about noon, someone came in from outside and asked to see Azmi. Azmi invited him into the bedroom to talk. After a while, Azmi came out with the man and said to Chang Sun Jun: "Bring your things with you." , follow me into the palace.”
Changsun Jun took a long breath, hurriedly opened his package, and put the envelope his father gave him into his arms.
Azmi took his eldest son Jun out of the house and walked straight to the royal palace in the city.
Outside the palace gate, heavily armed soldiers were patrolling, holding a shield in one hand and a huge Damascus sword with magnificent patterns in the other. They were strong and majestic.
Seeing Zhang Sunjun's gaze resting on the sword, Azmi said: "Your Tang Dynasty is good at everything, but only this sword cannot compare with our Damascus sword. It is said that our Damascus sword is also very popular in the Tang Dynasty. When the young master leaves, I will give you a few.”
Changsun Jun said hurriedly: "Thank you very much."
What does one or two Damascus sabers mean to him? If he could get the secret recipe and technique for training the sword and forge it in batches, then that would be what he was interested in.
However, he also knew that the forging method of the Damascus Saber has always been a secret, so he did not dare to speak rashly...
When he entered the palace, Changsun Jun was even more disappointed.
Is this the royal palace of a country?
This building looks tall and majestic, and its style is completely different from that of the Tang Dynasty. There are even huge patterns on the walls made of pottery bricks pieced together. They are all patterns that symbolize the meaning of the sect. I can’t understand what they are, but I just feel Somewhat mysterious.
However, regardless of the gorgeous decoration or the vast area, not to mention that it is incomparable to Taiji Palace, even the remaining palaces of the previous dynasty in Xianyang are enough to crush this palace.
Too crude...
Walking to a courtyard, a tall middle-aged man wearing a long robe and a white scarf walked out. He had a hooked nose and deep eyes. He looked sinister and had an air of being kept away from strangers.
Azmi whispered: "This is the most favored chamberlain around the Caliph... You call them eunuchs, right? Don't talk nonsense. This person has a very weird temper. I paid a lot last night." The price was paid to make him agree to speak kind words in front of the Caliph. If you offend him, be careful and drag you out to feed the dogs!”
Changsun Jun immediately opened his eyes.
So it turns out that the Caliph of Damascus also has eunuchs around him?
Hey, this is really a great experience...
Although I was extremely curious and wanted to take a closer look at the difference between the eunuchs from the Great Food Kingdom and the eunuchs from Chang'an, I was afraid of Azmi's warning, so I kept my eyebrows downcast and didn't dare to look any further.
The eunuch said something to Azmi. Azmi turned back to Chang Sun Jun and said: "The chamberlain said that after meeting the Caliph, he must not talk nonsense and make his intentions clear. The Caliph has the final say in everything. If you offend the caliph, you will only die. There are no more tortures here than in the Tang Dynasty, and the punishment for offending the caliph is second only to conspiracy to usurp the throne, which is absolutely miserable!”
Changsun Jun trembled with fright and quickly responded obediently.
The chief chamberlain nodded and led the two of them into a tall gate, then turned left and walked straight into a palace built of huge stones.
As soon as he entered the door, Changsun Jun felt a wave of heat hit his face, followed by the fragrant aroma and the sound of drums ringing in his ears.
He quietly raised his head and wanted to look around, but as soon as his eyes swept forward, he was stunned and stunned... (End of Chapter)