Chapter 230: Defeat Green Tea with Green Tea and Fall in Love with the Warlord (9)
Li Ziyan knew that this was a matter of national importance and he couldn't cause more trouble, but he certainly wouldn't want to do anything if he was just left waiting.
When he returned to the Pear Garden, Xiao Shitou was still guarding outside the door. Seeing him come back, he quickly opened the door to welcome him in. Li Ziyan changed back into his own clothes and called Xiao Shitou.
"Shi Tou, if those people come to see me again this morning, you should agree first."
"Yes, but sir, who are those people?" Little Stone frowned, a little worried, because he saw that the gatekeeper of the Pear Garden was respectful, and thought that those people should be of high status.
Li Ziyan pondered for a moment and lowered his voice, "It's Japanese."
"What?!" Little Stone exclaimed, but was afraid that his voice was too loud and would disturb others, so he quickly covered his mouth, his eyes bloodshot. "It's the Japanese?! Why would the Japanese come here!?"
Xiao Shitou's voice was low but trembling. Li Ziyan knew that he was not afraid, but angry.
He reached out his hand, brought Little Stone in front of him, and touched Little Stone's cheek and head. "Little Stone, I know you hate, and I know you want to avenge the villagers, but now is not the time."
"……I."
"I didn't want to tell you at first because I was afraid you'd get impulsive and lose your composure, but I believe you've grown up, and I also believe you'll definitely understand things. So, little Shitou, listen to me. I've already told Marshal Han about this matter, and he'll find a way to handle it. You have to trust me, and even more so, trust him."
"Why, why didn't the Marshal kill these Japanese!"
Li Ziyan sighed, a heavy look on his face. "Not only can we not kill them, we must also protect their safety. When two countries are at war, envoys are not executed. If something happens to them this time, they will have a legitimate reason to attack us and negotiate terms with us. They come with ill intentions this time. We are not afraid of fighting, but if a war breaks out, the capital will be in chaos again. The capital is a vital place, and if it is in chaos, we will be truly finished."
The red in Little Stone's eyes gradually faded, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, but he nodded. He knew that Li Ziyan told him all this out of respect for him, because the Japanese owed him the most in this opera house. But Li Ziyan also told him so much to protect him.
Compared with the lives of his own villagers, the lives of the people in the capital and the lifeline of China are more important.
"I understand, sir."
Li Ziyan nodded, holding the little stone in his arms, but his eyes were deep.
Sure enough, his guess was right. The Japanese didn't give up and came the next day. This time, Li Ziyan didn't refuse. He used rouge and powder to cover up his rosy face, and he really looked weak.
"Mr. Yan, I've long heard of your name. My name is Sato Sukeyuki, nice to meet you." Sato's accent had a strange emphasis, a completely strange accent of a Japanese.
Li Ziyan just glanced at him, without even standing up, and sat on the chair, "Mr. Sato, is there something wrong?"
"Mr. Yan, we heard that you are a famous figure in the capital, so we came here specially to listen to you sing a song."
"I'm not feeling well and can't perform. Please go back."
After being rejected one after another, the Japanese people's tone was not very good. Sato's face twitched and he said in an unhappy tone, "Mr. Yan can sing for Marshal Han, but he can't sing for us?"
Li Ziyan almost laughed. These Japanese really thought they were a dish. Could they compare with Han Zhiyao?
However...except for the first time when Han Zhiyao came to see him wearing a military uniform, he was very low-key in the subsequent times, and even used back doors. Not even the people in the opera world knew that they often got together and talked. How did Sato know about it?
"Mr. Yan, you sing to make a living. We can offer you very generous conditions. Wouldn't you like to consider it?"
Li Ziyan rubbed the rim of the teacup with his fingers, paused for a moment, and lowered his eyes. "It seems that Mr. Sato doesn't quite understand the rules of our opera. I can't sing this play. Mr. Sato, please go back. Xiao Shitou, please show me around."
"Yes, gentlemen, please."
"You!" The Japanese had never been treated so rudely before, and their faces turned green for a moment, but Xiao Shitou was waiting beside them, his eyes looking murderous.
After all, this is Chinese territory, and if they make too much trouble, it may not end well. Several people forced themselves to keep a straight face and left the opera house.
In the Pear Garden, Li Ziyan and Xiao Shitou returned to the room. Li Ziyan pinched his brows, knowing that there were only a few people with whom he and Han Zhiyao had close contacts: Xiao Shitou, Adjutant Liu, and the driver.
If his guess is true, then the person next to Han Zhiyao cannot be kept.
“Boom boom boom!”
“Boom boom boom!”
There was a knock on the door. Li Ziyan vaguely saw two figures. He was moved and opened the door. It was indeed Han Zhiyao and Adjutant Liu.
"Why are you here?!" Li Ziyan walked forward quickly, but saw that Han Zhiyao's chest was heaving, as if he had just finished running.
"Are you okay?" Han Zhiyao's throat was aching. He had been running too fast, and it hurt his trachea. The people he had left with Sato had sent word that those people had come to the Pear Garden. He knew it was best not to move around at this time, but he was really worried about Li Ziyan's comfort. He drove all the way to the Pear Garden and rushed, "Are you okay?"
It was the height of summer, and Han Zhiyao was still wearing his military uniform, his forehead covered in sweat. Li Ziyan felt distressed and raised his hand to wipe his face with a handkerchief. "It's okay, don't worry, come in and have a rest."
The two entered the house, and Xiao Shitou quickly brought over some tea. Li Ziyan saw that their breathing had stabilized and said with a serious expression, "Did you come here by car?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
"Is the driver still here?"
"Waiting outside," Han Zhiyao frowned and looked at Li Ziyan, "But is there any problem?"
"Today, Sato and the others came to me, saying they wanted to hear me sing. After I refused, he said…" Li Ziyan recounted the conversation they had that morning, then frowned. "He must be trying to win me over and get information about you from me, or maybe he wants me to be his spy. But there's one thing: no one in the opera world knows how much we interact, so how would he know?"
Adjutant Liu and Han Zhiyao's expressions changed. If what Li Ziyan said was true, then the driver might not be able to be kept.
"Zi Yan, Li Yuan, you can't stay here anymore. Tell them that you are not feeling well and are going out for recuperation. I will pick you up tomorrow." Han Zhiyao stood up with a serious expression. If this group of Japanese really wanted to attack him, they would have to protect everyone around him.
"But where am I going?"
"The Marshal's Mansion," Han Zhiyao stood up and took Li Ziyan's wrist. "Tomorrow, you and Xiao Shitou will take a rickshaw to the train station. Get off halfway and change into... women's clothes. Adjutant Liu and I will pick you up."
"……good."
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