The war horses sniffed softly, the white flag rolled in the wet wind, and the two armies stopped opposite each other at a distance of hundreds of steps.

The warriors of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry looked at the North Vietnamese warriors with exquisite armor curiously. Although they had been trekking for so long in the wind and rain, the hand-forged scales on their bodies still reflected the silver light like swords. Long black tassels were sprinkled on the heavy iron helmets, extending to the tip of their noses to protect the entire face, covering their faces. Under the scarlet golden chrysanthemum banner, the burly warriors were sitting upright on the black horse, and he was shrouded in the heavy iron armor, as if they were forged with black iron.

For forty years, the North Vietnamese army never set foot on the grasslands of the North. The barbarian warriors despised the cowardice of these North Vietnamese people, and were also wary of their excellent armor and swords. Most of the fathers of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry warriors had fought in the war forty years ago, and now they felt a little uneasy when they saw their enemies back then.

The soldiers of North Vietnam were frightened. Seeing thousands of large banners like floating clouds, there were so many strong horses with wide breasts and long legs standing on the opposite side, all black, one foot higher than the North Vietnamese war horse. The horses were still shaking their horses with their hooves uneasily under the control of barbarian cavalry. At first glance, the horse tide was churning, as if they would charge in a landslide at any time. Lei Yun Menghu licked his lower lip, feeling his throat was dry, and his legs were a little weak. He was a descendant of a military family. When the elders talked about Emperor Feng Yan’s northern expedition, they would have to talk about these barbarians wearing thick iron ring armor. They roared like crazy and inserted into the wings and formations of the dynasty army, and then slashed and killed, as if everyone was not afraid of death, and shot down one and another pounced on him. The famous generals of North Vietnam had never heard of such a tactic in their lives.

It is far from the warm scene of the two countries having sex. There is only the low neighing of war horses on the grassland, and there is a different kind of silence.

"Maharaja, we are the masters." Dahesa lowered his voice.

The Maharaja nodded silently and was about to lead the war horse, but saw the warrior on the dark horse in front of the opposite formation jump off the war horse. He untied his helmet, threw down his cloak, and walked step by step on the muddy grass.

The Maharaja was a little surprised and sat upright on the horse's back and looked at the other person, looking at his cheeks as neatly as the knife on his face, and his brown and gray hair tied up with a piece of leather rope. Removed from the heavy armor, he was not like an envoy from North Vietnam, but like an elderly tiger and leopard cavalry.

"The Grand Command of the Three Armies of the Tang Kingdom under the Dayin Dynasty, the Duke of Tang Baili Gongqin of Tuobashanyue, met with the Lord of Beilu and the Lord of Qingyang." The warrior respectfully knelt down on one knee, and half of his calf penetrated into the mud, and he didn't mind at all.

The North Vietnamese warriors rushed to dismount and pulled the stirrups and knelt on one knee. Only the deputy general holding the flag did not kneel. He raised his hands and the chrysanthemums embroidered by the golden thread on the scarlet flag were dazzling.

The great master suddenly realized who he was facing. He immediately got off the horse and held Tuoba Shanyue's arm short.

Tuoba Shanyue did not get up, but took out a blue-gray shark-skin bag from the crack of her close-fitting armor, unzipped the bag's seal, and held the scroll sealed with varnish over her head: "Tuoba Shanyue brought the souvenir of Duke Tang, and did not disappoint the expectations of Duke Baili and the Maharaja."

The great master turned his head and said, Qingyang's document translation quickly stepped forward and slowly unfolded, clearing his throat: "Seeing the great master of Beilu, under the seat of the king of Qingyang: For thousands of years, the division of heaven and earth is not the nine states and seven seas, all the tribes in the world are inseparable from the flesh and blood, and they are in love with each other and are in the vicissitudes of life.

A hundred generations away, the divine emperor established a country without the separation of Chinese and foreigners in the three continents. All the people in the sky are in harmony with each other, and they are all in harmony with each other, and they are all in harmony with each other.

How can the world be divided, how can brothers fight, how can people's hearts be deviated, how can the flesh and blood relatives of North Vietnam and North China become enemies? I always feel sorry for this.

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No one dared to speak out. These samurai in the Northland and even the great masters themselves could not understand it. However, the loud voices of the written and written were sent far away on the quiet grassland, suppressing the neighing of the war horses. Judging from the meaning of the words, it was no longer the tense pressure of the North Vietnamese dynasty in the past, but the kindness that had been rare in the past between the North Vietnamese and the North Vietnamese.

The Maharaja looked at the North Vietnam envoy sideways, and finally his eyes fell on his neck, where a small silver medal was hung on a leather rope, which looked familiar.

"...I hope that the two countries will be like brothers and sisters from now on, and will always be harmonious countries, educate and transform the people, and will be passed down for thousands of years. The Duke of Tang Baili Jinghong from Dayin was handwritten by hand."

After the recitation of the document, the scroll was returned to the Maharaja. The Maharaja held the scroll high above his head. After a brief silence, the nobles and the warriors shouted together.

Tuobashanyue stood up. The slaves in brocade clothes and small sleeves came out of the team, and the long, thick and soft wool blankets were rolled up to his feet. The slaves placed small tables on both sides of the blankets, and gorgeous fine tiles were spread on the tables, setting up a fire for barbecuing the whole sheep. The strong aroma of wine came from afar, and the barbarian spirits in the large altar were unveiled.

The warriors of the Tang Dynasty had never seen a big scene of welcoming guests on the grassland. The endless wilderness suddenly surrounded by fine wine and silk. The warriors of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry retreated. The young female slaves respectfully invited them to sit down. Everything they saw was full of smiles. Their uneasiness slightly faded, and everyone was a little excited.

"The great king's kindness is so grateful." Tuoba Shanyue exclaimed quietly and bowed to salute.

"How can some small treats be comparable to the generous gifts brought by General Takuba?" The great king helped him up again. "The letter from Duke Baili is not as good as any gift. Our barbarians are waiting for the day when they forget their hatred with their friends from North Vietnam. They sat down and drank together for a long time."

Tuoba Shanyue and the Maharaja sat side by side in the main seat.

"Raise the cup for the envoys and brothers of the North Vietnamese surrender!" The Maharaja raised the silver cup high.

The nobles raised the silver cup together, and the Tang warriors raised the glasses. The barbarian wine in the cup was light green, with a faint intoxicating fragrance like pears. Everyone drank the wine in the cup together, and then almost all the Tang warriors were stunned for a moment, and then their faces suddenly turned blood red. Several people lay on the table and coughed constantly.

"Hahahaha..." The Lord's laughter was loud and cheerful.

Lei Yun Menghu sat next to Tuoba Shanyue, clamping his neck with both hands, feeling like fire from his mouth to his stomach, and the wine seemed to burn through his internal organs. The Lord's laughter made him feel angry, but he couldn't speak.

Tuoba Shanyue glanced at him: "Do you want to learn to drink such a big glass? How can you let go of Guerqin's spirits?"

"Send wine to our guests in North Vietnam." As the Maharaja waved, the young barbarian girls rushed from all over the place to the blanket in the middle. They were wearing horse stair skirts as bright as fire, small deer-skinned pony boots, and long white veils. The flutes and drums rang unscrupulously around them. The girls sang and danced, and the white veils in their sleeves rose to the sky.

The dance and song separated the attention of the Tang warriors. The intensity of the wine seemed to fade away in surprise. Another servant came up to hold the roasted lamb and the rare fresh fruit in Beilu to persuade them to drink. The Tang warriors learned to drink Qingyang's strong wine in small sips. The newly roasted lamb was not smelly, and there was a faint sweet taste. Lei Yun Menghu was the deputy general of this mission. He kept reminding himself that he should not be drunk on such occasions. But gradually, everything he heard and saw was a joyful scene. The girls' smiles shone like sunshine. The slaves who advised him to drink were working extra hard, and he could not refuse. At the end of the drink, he felt that the alcohol rushed to his forehead. The white veil on the sleeves of the girls was vaguely rising and falling. The last bit of alertness towards the barbarians also dissipated in the wine, and he couldn't help but beat them with the music.

The Maharaja repeatedly raised his glass to drink, and the nobles in Qingyang had to follow him. The barbarians' alcohol tolerance was far from comparable to those of the North Vietnamese samurai, but the whole jar of strong wine continued to come up, and the nobles' intoxication became stronger and stronger, and everyone's face was filled with a half-drunk blush.

The Maharaja glanced around and placed the silver cup on the table regardless of lightness or weight.

With a "dang", Tuoba Shanyue also turned her head. The eyes of both of them were particularly clear and without any intoxication. They seemed a little abrupt in the banquet scene.

"We have fought with our friends in North Vietnam for so many years, and it is rare to drink happily like this. I am so happy to see such a scene." The Maharaja moved the cushion and changed to face Takuba Shanyue, bowing slightly to salute. Such a humble and polite attitude was exactly like a noble of the North Vietnamese family. Takuba Shanyue felt a little moved, knowing that the barbarian lord had spent a lot of thought on these things.

"Gurqin's fine wine is still as strong as it was back then." Tuoba Shanyue pressed her chest and responded with the etiquette of the barbarians.

Both Maharaja and Tuobashanyue laughed. They both let go of their pain and drink. Maharaja and Qin were drunk slowly, not because they had a lot of alcohol. Tuobashanyue drank the first sip and realized that he and the wine on the table were mixed with half of the water. Qingyang's Guerqin spirit is the Qingyang soul, which is also famous in North Vietnam. When they really drink, the iron-clad man couldn't stand it.

"I have heard that General Tuoba is also a man of our barbarians. He should be able to understand my approach. Those who can sit down and drink together are friends. Such an opportunity is rare for a hundred years. Our Qingyang is willing to form a ten thousand-year alliance with the Xia Tang Kingdom from then on, which is sincere. Any hatred that has happened in the past will be erased. The God of Pan Tatar is above and witness my sincerity!" The great king raised his hand and pointed at the sky.

"Our sincerity in the Tang Dynasty is proved by heaven and earth. If there is any deception, ghosts and gods cannot forgive it. This is a gift from my king to the great king." Tuoba Shanyue bent down and drove forward, took out a brocade bag from the crack of her close body armor and presented it secretly.

The Lord untied the small bag of red brocade embroidered gold. A crystal clear light blue jade seal lay in the red brocade. His tentacles were cold, like a piece of clear ice. It was carved into a dragon entrenched. The wings raised behind him were also clear. A black pearl was contained in the open dragon's mouth. The Lord held his hand behind the jade seal, and could see his fingerprints clearly through the three-inch jade. He remained silent, and finally turned over to look at the seal text, and then he showed a faint smile: "The Lord Baili gave me such a precious seal stone, I don't know when I can use it."

Tuoba Shanyue bowed respectfully: "The wars in North Vietnam are frequent, and my king is worried. Seeing that the people are suffering, it is a pity that the country's strength is weak and cannot be saved. He admires the heroic power of the Qingyang Iron Cavalry, so he has the sincerity of this alliance. At the fastest time, five years, and ten years, the great king will dominate the sea. If this jade seal was fortunate to be printed on the great king's military order, it would not be useless to have our king's deep meaning."

The Maharaja looked straight into his eyes, showing an intriguing expression, and his fingers touched the jade seal, and he didn't speak for a long time. Tuoba Shanyue looked at him without dodging. The two of them laughed together.

Dahesa was far away, like the Maharaja and the North Vietnamese envoy were drinking and talking, but no one present could hear what they were saying.

"Come on, General Tuoba, look at my sons!" The Lord let go of his voice.

When the princes heard the sound, they left the seat and stood side by side in front of the main seat. Tuoba Shanyue also stood up.

"This is my eldest son Bimogan, who is in charge of military orders and sacrifices of our troops. He is already twenty-four years old."

Bi Mogan bowed his chest: "General Tuoba is good."

After Tuoba Shanyue returned the gift, he looked back at the Tang warriors he brought. Lei Yun Menghu was already drunk and lay on the table. Fortunately, there was always a drunk soldier who stumbled on the horse's back and took out a package of white silk. Tuoba Shanyue untied the silk, and the people around him were amazed. There was a jade flute inside. It did not produce jade in the northland and had to buy it from North Vietnam at a high price, but no one had ever seen such a jade flute without any flaws. It was lined with white silk, and the color was indistinguishable from the silk silk. It was tied with red tassels at the end. It was just a strand of red, but it was extremely red.

"A little gift, I heard Hesa ​​say that the eldest prince likes music." Tuoba Shanyue held the flute on.

Dahesa felt awe-inspiring, and only mentioned it briefly in front of Taichangqing of the Tang Dynasty, and it was recorded on the document of the Tang Dynasty. Bimogan took the flute and groped in surprise. He clearly liked this gift very much.

"This is my second son Tieyou. Tieyou is already twenty-one years old and is working with his brother."

This time, Tuoba Shanyue held a piece of plain brocade yarn. The barbarians were not good at textiles, and brocade yarn was also a valuable gift, but compared to the jade flute given to the eldest prince, it always seemed ordinary.

Tuoba Shanyue held it up and spread it gently: "This beautiful green is the most luxurious brocade in North Vietnam. This green dye is obtained from the petals. It is said that dozens of acres of flowers are not enough to dye a beautiful green brocade. The weaver is called the triple feather. Although it is thin, it has the pattern of triple feathers. A weaving girl only has a few feet a year. Wanzhou can no longer buy such brocade. There is the last one in the palace. The king is willing to give it to this thin gift."

As he shook lightly, the thin brocade yarn scattered like a ray of blue smoke. When it shook with the wind, the feather patterns were unpredictable, and the faint blue color was so gorgeous that it was fascinating. Tieyou was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly lowered his body to take it away, for fear that the brocade yarn would sweep on the ground. Tuoba Shanyue smiled slightly and handed it to his hands.

"This is my third son Xu Dahan," said the Lord again. "Xu Dahan is twenty years old and is my smartest son. He is in charge of the grazing and documents in the tribe."

"I've heard it for a long time." Tuoba Shanyue took the gift from her personal soldiers and shook it open. A silver soft armor was exposed to people. It was an extremely light and thin armor with a pearl-like luster on the surface. As the wind came, it actually trembled like a light coat.

"This is not due to human hands. In the world, only the craft of Heluo can make such a close-fitting armor. The material is coral gold that Heluo is not out of the way. Each harem ring is only the size of a corn grain. It will take five years to wear it into an armor. It is difficult to pierce it."

Tuobashanyue turned around and pulled out a sharp blade from his personal soldiers. Everyone took a step back in shock. Tuobashanyue put the soft armor on his arm and slashed it with a force. The princes were also shocked. As soon as Tuobashanyue made a move, there was a sharp low roar on the knife, which was extremely powerful. Even a piece of hard armor of pure steel could not be said to be cut open. However, the knife fell on the soft armor and it seemed to have hit the oiled hard steel. It slipped out slightly, but there was no trace on the armor.

"I hope this armor can help the third prince."

Xu Dahan took it with admiration, and then he felt that the surface of the software was slippery like a pearl, and his hands could hardly hold it.

"This is my bravest son, Guimu. He is only sixteen years old, but his sword skills are better than his brothers. He is a little leopard from our Qingyang tribe."

Tuoba Shanyue put the knife in her hand and took it forward to present it. He was also neatly polite to the sixteen-year-old boy, just like to his brothers, "The most brave prince of the Qingyang tribe, my king has also heard of such rumors. Today, when I saw the fourth prince's sword for the first time, I knew it was not just a rumor."

"My knife?" Takagi touched the hilt of the knife around his waist in surprise.

"A such a majestic sword must be a wolf-finger sword. You can learn General Muli's strongest sword technique, of course, a warrior like a lion and tiger." Tuoba Shanyue lowered her head and held the knife, "Please use this sword to help the fourth prince's mighty power."

Guimu took a step forward and stretched out his hands to pick up the knife.

"Be careful, the Fourth Prince!" Tuoba Shanyue shouted.

However, Guimu's hand had already touched the blade. Tuoba Shanyue shouted out, and his fingers had already brushed the blade. He had also tasted many good knives, and as long as he touched the blade, he could feel the quality of the knife. However, when he touched the blade, it was like a mosquito biting his fingers, he hurriedly shrank his hand, and a drop of blood had been left on the blade. When he was stunned, the drop of blood slowly slid down from the blade, and there was no trace left.

"What a quick knife!" The great king also exclaimed.

"This is a lion's tooth. Although it is not a famous sword, it has always been the favorite of my king. The sword that Tuoba has seen in his life is not more than it." Tuoba Shanyue took out the scarf and handed it over from her arms. Guimu took the knife, but the scarf fell to the ground. He exclaimed and stared at the blade. Xu Dahan couldn't help but look at the soft armor in his hand. Such a sharp blade could not even cut off the coral golden armor of Heluo.

"General Tuoba prepared very carefully," the great master smiled faintly, "These four gifts are really suitable."

Tuoba Shanyue was taking the last thing from her personal soldiers, which was also a white ayazi package. He was slightly stunned when he heard this. The Great Lord said this, and it seemed that it was over.

He hesitated for a moment and looked around: "Isn't your prince here? My king has also prepared a fine gift for the prince."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and Dahesa turned his head, the great master was stunned for a moment, looking up at the distance. After a while, he withdrew his gaze and shook his head: "Thank you, Master Baili for your kindness, but unfortunately Asule can't see this gift. He is no longer here... I wonder what Lord Baili brought to Asule?"

Tuobashanyue was silent for a moment and untied the white silk. This time it was just a simple white jade plate, with four fingers wide and as long as the pages of the book. It was engraved with indelible words, filled with cinnabar.

"I heard that the prince was in poor health, and he would not have thought he would die prematurely. This is the immortality talisman of my country. It was the ritual vessel used by the prince. He was made the prince. He asked the Master of Secret Dao to make a jade immortality talisman to bless the prince with the auspicious fortune of the country and to continue the national fortune. This is the immortality talisman used by His Highness Baili Yu, the prince of my country, in his childhood. The king said that the prince was also weak when he was young. After being pregnant with this ritual vessel, the ghosts and gods dared not invade him. His body gradually improved. Now he is like an ordinary person, so..."

The Maharaja took the jade plate, gently stroked it for a while, and put it into his sleeve, "Thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately Asule is a lucky child."
Chapter completed!