On October 30th, in Zhongwei of Guangning City, more than thirty miles east, less than an incense stick away from the coastline, there were waves.

This is also the front line of the Ming army from the Liaohe River.

When a war breaks out, this is the place to send troops.

At this moment, the Chinese army camp.

The autumn wind whistled outside the camp, and the fire burned brightly inside the tent.

Huo Ying, the envoy of the Later Jin Dynasty, held a letter written by Dai Shan and knelt down to Wang Qi to present it.

Daishan's autographed letter was written in both gold and Chinese, expressing his respect for Wang Qi and not wanting to lower his position too low.

The meaning is that both parties are at the same height and in the same position, so there is a basis for equal dialogue.

Huo Ying stood quietly in the center of the tent, head lowered, waiting for Wang Qi's response.

This envoy of the Later Jin Dynasty, Zhenghuang Banner Jia La, had more than 20 cattle in his hand to record the population. He was the nephew of Dai Shan. He was extremely brave and was deeply appreciated by his uncle.

And beside him, there was also a Han man, Fan Wencheng's brother, Fan Wencai.

However, at this time, Fan Wencai had already shaved off his money rat tail and looked just like Huo Ying.

Facing Wang Qi, who was sitting there expressionlessly reading the letter, for some reason, Huo Ying, who was not far away, felt that his heart was almost beating wildly and uncontrollably.

It's like facing a dark abyss, nothing more than this.

"Peace talks?"

After a long while, Wang Qi threw the letter in his hand on the table, with an expression as if he had heard a big joke.

It is better to say that it is a peace negotiation than a condescending gift from the Jurchens.

The strong ravages the weak, don't read this letter now, groveling and trying to soften it a bit. When he heals his wounds, licks his scars, and is hungry, the eyes he looks at you will show nothing but green greed. Mercy and kindness.

Wang Qi never believes in nonsense at the negotiation table.

A blank piece of paper is far less tangible and reassuring than a skull wine glass.

"Dai Shan asked you to come here just to scare me with an empty document?" Wang Qi glanced at the table with his fingers, and his expression on Huo Ying became more and more unkind.

The seven or eight guards in the tent held long swords in their hands, waiting for Wang Qi's order.

"Dear Sir...cough cough cough," Huo Ying hurriedly took a deep breath, trying to calm down the fear in his heart as his voice was trembling and hoarse due to nervousness.

"Sir," Huo Ying swallowed, and continued after a while: "This time, I, Dajin, came with sincerity, and it was far from just a piece of paper."

"Oh, sincerity?" Wang Qi nodded and sneered: "The sincerity in your mouth refers to the return of Liaoyang City that originally belonged to me. Is this considered sincerity?"

Wang Qi's eyes became colder and colder, and his tone was also unkind: "Shenyang City, Fushunsuo, Puhe, Kaiyuan, Tieling...I am not here just for Liaoyang City!"

Facing Wang Qi, who was aggressive and showed no intention of continuing the conversation, Huo Ying's expression froze and he didn't know how to answer.

"Sir," at this moment, Fan Wencai, who had been standing beside Huo Ying silently, spoke. He first bowed to Wang Qi, and then said respectfully: "If you are willing to talk, I can Help spread the word."

"Huh?" Wang Qi seemed to have just discovered Fan Wencai standing aside, and asked with confusion: "Who are you?"

"Slave...Fan Wencai," as a second minister, the most important thing is to be thick-skinned. Faced with Wang Qi's almost humiliating disregard, Fan Wencai replied with a smile: "Now The Internal Affairs Yuan walks around and supervises the vassal affairs and yamen."

"Oh, who are you, Fan Wencheng?" Wang Qi asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's my younger brother," Fan Wencai remained respectful.

"I heard that Fan Wencheng died under Guangning City and his body was buried in the wilderness." Wang Qi leaned forward and asked doubtfully: "Do you know about this?"

The scar was exposed by Wang Qi in front of him, and it was the pain of bereavement. No matter how good Fan Wencai was at nourishing qi, his whole body was shaking slightly at this moment, which was almost uncontrollable.

"You probably haven't even seen your brother's grave in the wilderness, right?"

Wang Qi did not stop and continued to ask.

"Lang Guogong, what you said is too much..." Fan Wencai originally treated the famous Wang Qi with courtesy, even when facing an enemy, and he promised to be a gentleman, but now it seems that , What is the difference between Wang Qi’s words and deeds and those of the street gangsters?

"Let's do this," Wang Qi interrupted Fan Wencai and said seriously: "Huo Ying and I will talk about the peace talks. As for you, I will send someone to take you to the wilderness tomb outside Guangning City, and you can stay there. , guard your brother's grave."

"Mr. Governor, this is not the way to treat guests!" At this point, Huo Ying had to stand up and stop him.

Huo Ying and Fan Wencai came together as a team, with Huo Ying in charge of making decisions and Fan Wencai in charge of negotiations. Both are indispensable. Now that Wang Qi is going to put Fan Wencai to death with just one word, the negotiation still has not continued. It’s necessary to go down.

As for Fan Wencai, he knew even more clearly that as long as he walked out of this big tent, there was absolutely no way he could return to Shenyang City alive—Wang Qi's tone just now meant that he was not going to let him go back.

Hearing Huo Ying's words, Wang Qi could hardly hold back: Are you a fucking guest?

"Come here!" Wang Qi called for the soldiers inside the tent.

"The end is here!" A group of guards held waist knives and stepped forward.

"Invite Master Fan down and let him die first."

Wang Qi didn't even want to take another look at Fan Wencai.

"Wang Qi, you are ignoring state affairs and putting your personal grievances above the court!" At this moment, Fan Wencai knew that Wang Qi would not let him go, so he shouted: "You insist on going your own way and are unwilling to negotiate peace talks with me. Is it true? Are you afraid that once the war ends, your authority will fall? If the Ming court finds out about your wild ambitions, from what I can see, you will never be tolerated by the civil servants!"

"Wolf ambition!"

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"The warrior harmed the country!"

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"Incomprehensible!"

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"I am willing to surrender!"

Fan Wencai's voice faded away, and the tent gradually became quiet.

Huo Ying, who was standing there, turned pale at the moment. Faced with such a strong and unpredictable Wang Qi, the Jurchen who had always bent his bow and controlled his horse to kill people like slaughtering sheep didn't know what to do!

He picked up the letter on the table and lit it on the fire nearby. Looking at the letter that burned violently and soon turned into ashes, Wang Qi's voice slowly sounded: "Go back and tell Daishan that if you want peace talks, There is only one plan, that is, within ten days, the Jurchens will return to Hetuala. No Jurchens are allowed to be seen on the land of Liaodong. Otherwise, they will plow the courtyards and sweep holes, destroy their kind and uproot their ancestral heritage!"

When Huo Ying heard Wang Qi's words, he was not angry at all. Who knows if Wang Qi will be in a bad mood the next second? So he just replied softly: "This proposal is too harsh, and the King's Council will not Promised!"
Chapter completed!