holy city.

Yue Ya took off her cloak and came to a majestic mansion.

After handing over the greeting card, I followed the concierge into the extremely luxurious living room, where roasted lamb was served on the table, and there were countless colorful robes and skirts flashing among the tables.

She hides the anger in her eyes very well. Her grandmother is sad in the Western Region, but Hu Yanshou is leisurely and leisurely in the Holy City. Is this fair?

"Who are you?"

A plump old man wearing a purple robe and gold belt slowly walked over. He was Hu Yanshou, the powerful judge of the central government.

He has a typical red-phoenix eye and a hooked nose, and when he moves his lips, his nose and forehead will move, like an ouroboros swimming under his face.

"The granddaughter of Yue San." Yue Ya replied respectfully.

Hu Yanshou frowned deeply, and important officials in the central government avoided contact with the feudal officials.

But we’ve already arrived, so we can’t chase people away.

"Talk inside." He walked around a few times and came to the cramped and hidden tea room. He looked back at Yue Ya who was following closely behind:

"Congratulations to the Yuezhi family for giving birth to a talented person who will shake up their luck."

"There is no such thing as Yue Wudi." Yue Ya retorted coldly.

Hu Yanshou was not angry and proud, and said in a deep voice:

"To deceive the emperor and ignore your superiors is a crime worthy of beheading!"

It has nothing to do with him, he just wants to know the purpose of this trip.

The attitude of the woman in front of him was not respectful at all, as if she was here to ask questions.

"Are you questioning me?" As expected of a cunning central minister, he could infer Yue Ya's mood just by observing her.

"That's right." Yue Ya pointed it out directly, "Does the Judge still have an impression of Kucha City?"

Hu Yanshou sat on a low stool, poured a pot of tea and said softly:

"It's an old story. Could it be that those hundreds of old soldiers are still dead?"

"Dead, only one guard named Gu Changan is left." Yue Ya tried her best to restrain her anger, and then stared at him:

"The solitary city still stands in the Western Region, and the Tang flag is planted half a mile outside the city. It is the loss of soil that causes ripples in the abyss of destiny."

Hu Yanshou's expression suddenly froze, and the teacup smashed.

"Say it in one breath!" His eyes were as sharp as needles.

"Zhe Lansu was forced to flee, and my Yuezhi lost four thousand warriors."

Looking at the increasingly miserable expression of this pampered old man, Yue Ya continued to strike mercilessly:

"You heard it right. Gu Changan, a Han slave, killed four thousand warriors and thirty guards with one sword and one man. It is unknown how many people died on Zhelan Su's side."

Hu Yanshou clenched his fists tightly, raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, his muscles trembled, like a Vajra with angry eyes, and said grimly:

"Absurd and bizarre, a fantasy."

"What's the purpose of making up a ghost story?!"

Yue Ya stared at him.

"Joke!" Hu Yanshou adjusted his emotions and calmed down:

"Tell me what the mountain ghost is saying? One person can kill an army with one sword, even the devil from hell can't do it!"

Yue Ya's jade cheeks were cold and her voice was almost drawn out of her mouth:

"I have traveled thousands of miles and exhausted seven horses on the way, just to tell a joke to the powerful judge, ah?!"

Hu Yanshou was caught off guard. He was so frightened that he fell back and collapsed on the ground.

He could tell that it was not a lie at all, these words were like a bolt from the blue!

"No one can stay out of this mess." Yue Ya's eyes were gloomy.

The Yueshi have already deceived the emperor, are they still afraid of offending the old man of Huyan?

Grasshoppers on the same rope must either work together or die together!

Old dog Zhelan can run fast, but old man Huyan can't run!

"What kind of mess, does it have anything to do with me?" Hu Yanshou got up calmly and pretended to be calm, arranging his clothes and hair.

"Who was the last Sanctioner of Seven Thousand Miles?" Yue Ya sneered.

Hu Yanshou is calm and calm:

"The blame lies entirely with Zhe Lansu. He failed the empire's high hopes and was ashamed to be crowned by the gods. He had no choice but to commit suicide."

"Your grandmother has committed an unforgivable crime by losing half a mile of the empire. I will appeal to the central government and try not to affect the Yuezhi family."

Yue Ya was furious. She looked at the mural in the tea room and said in a cold voice:

"You picked it clean, right?"

"Otherwise?" Hu Yanshou asked back, his emotions suddenly lost control, and he shouted filial piety from the corners of his eyes:

"waste!"

"How come Zhe Lansu still has the nerve to live in this world!"

"When I leave office, only the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled are left in this lonely city..."

"Why not kill?" Yue Ya intercepted his words.

Hu Yanshou opened his mouth and suddenly smiled distortedly.

commit a sin!!

"Whenever a person is promoted, he is still the judge of the empire's decision-making level. He is so anxious that he wants to grow eight legs and run into the Holy City. How can he care about the little trouble in front of him?"

"You could have eradicated it completely, but just because of a wrong thought, you caused irreparable consequences."

Yue Ya stated unhurriedly that this was what her grandmother taught her.

Yes, that was exactly what Hu Yanshou was thinking at that time.

He lowered his head dejectedly, as if fate was playing tricks on him.

The moment he received the edict, he had already forgotten about the Qiqianli matter. Regardless of the interests, his successor Zhe Lansu would help him deal with Kucha City.

"Is Gu Changan really so shocking?" Hu Yanshou's eyes widened in disbelief.

Yue Ya was silent, disgusted with describing how terrible the Han slaves were.

"Hahahaha...one person is creating an epic miracle!" Hu Yanshou's veins were bulging and his tone was hysterical.

No matter what choice she has, the old witch will not deceive the gods.

But Zhe Lansu, that old beast, would rather punish himself and be demoted than leave the quagmire.

Combining everything, Hu Yanshou deeply understood that Seven Thousand Miles in the Western Region was already a disaster volcano.

Can't explode!

"Block the news and keep the lid closed!" He wriggled his lips, having lost his intention to threaten.

No amount of threats can change the fact that he is guilty.

Once exposed, with his resources in the power field and the relatively minor crime, he is likely to avoid being punished, but he will definitely lose his official title.

He only climbed to this position at the age of sixty-five, one step short of becoming a supreme minister. What is the difference between losing power and death?

"Then please lend us some troops, your Majesty." Yue Ya said solemnly.

Hu Yanshou stared at her coldly, his tone rough and angry:

"The old witch is a high-ranking official in the border area. I am in the center and still borrow troops. What does the old witch think?!"

"Sooner or later, I will be killed by a bunch of insects like you. What's wrong with me?"

Seeing that he still felt innocent, Yue Ya nodded and cursed:

"Old dog Zhelan took over your mess. Isn't he innocent? Grandma was tricked and is more innocent than you!"

"It's impossible to borrow troops." Hu Yanshou said in a deep voice with a dark cloud covering his face:

"If you allocate money and food, you must eradicate the isolated city!"

"Can grain be enough to kill Gu Changan?" Yue Ya also knew that borrowing troops was nonsense and was just a bargaining chip in negotiations.

"The weapons, as well as the three masters of the third level, must be masters who can easily crush Peach Blossom Sword Fushang!"

Hu Yanshou did not refute:

"Weapons can be given, but experts need time to arrange them."

"Let them come to the Western Region as soon as possible." Yue Ya said seriously.

As my grandmother expected, the old man from Huyan was also cowardly and fearful.

The tea room fell into a long dead silence, and the atmosphere was as stiff as iron.
To be continued...