"Let the people from Tianshui Kingdom come to negotiate!" Ling Yiran said coldly, and after speaking, he waved his sleeves out of the camp.
A fresh tea fragrance spread out from the teapot, and the tea fragrance in the room was fragrant.
Baili Wufeng then looked at Wushang in front of his eyes. He still had the heart to make tea. His indifference was a huge contrast with his anger, which made him even more angry. He seemed to have never seen this person seriously.
What kind of person is the fifth brother who was born into the people and returned to Donglin not long ago. He has been trapped in the deep mountains and valleys for twenty-five years?
"Fifth brother, what do you think?"
Wushang said lightly while making tea: "Give me a compensation, Donglin Kingdom is not short of that little thing."[
That little thing? The generals almost fell off the chair. Seeing Baili Wufeng's face was so cold that he could kill people, he quickly sat down and lowered his head timidly.
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The next day, Cangcheng Military Camp.
Donglin Beiming sent an invitation letter, inviting people from Tianshui Kingdom to negotiate. The invitation letter also sent a scroll, saying that it was presented to Shui Han, the seventh princess of Tianshui Kingdom.
Yi Shuihan was a little surprised. What kind of painting was it? When he opened it, he was shocked, and then frowned. The painting was actually Zhongli Shuiyou and her from the 21st century. What made her angry most was that she was wearing it in the painting.
Maid outfit!
"What scroll?" When Mo Ningxun came over to look at it, Yi Shuihan had already put away the scroll.
Yi Shuihan wrapped the scroll tightly: "It's nothing, who will come to negotiate? Or will the other party come?"
Su Ziyan said: "Let the other party come and let the other party's sharpness be slapped."
Finally, the table was unanimously cracked down. Tianshui would set up a negotiation outside the gate of Cangcheng City, and asked people from the east to come and negotiate, otherwise everything would be free of negotiations.
Two days later, the important generals who are facing the north of Beiming will come, and they will have to come if they don’t come.
The weather was beautiful, the snow stopped, and outside the city gate, the snow was swept clean, revealing the blue stone bricks.
A long negotiating table is placed under the empty city, a battlefield where corpses are everywhere and blood flows into a river.
Yi Shuihan came out of the military camp and came to the city gate and saw three hateful faces on the balcony on the second floor of a restaurant.
Qiannuo and the other two smiled at Yi Shuihan upstairs, not to mention how bright the smile was.
Yi Shuihan was ridiculous and ignored her directly. Her whereabouts were completely grasped and she lost all her freedom!
Mo Ning was so angry that these three people were always in a state of dissipation.
"Shui Han, wait, I have something to tell you, come upstairs." Rong Zhi didn't care that Yi Shui Han was angry and hurriedly called her.
Yi Shuihan looked outside the city gate and saw that the person who was facing Beiming in the east had not arrived yet, so he went upstairs.
When Mo Ningxun saw Yi Shuihan leaving like this, his mood had risen from anger to anger, and he followed him upstairs. His future husband is not easy to bully! [
"Why are you here?" Yi Shuihan asked as good-tempered as possible.
"Why can't you be here?" Chengbi asked back, it was so great that this dead woman actually brought Mo Ningxun up!
Yi Shuihan secretly called injustice in his heart. It was Mo Ningxun who followed him. What's the matter with her?
"Let's talk about the serious matter first." Qiannuo said.
Rong Zhi and the other two looked at Mo Ningxun, and the meaning in their eyes was, please avoid it.
There was a faint frost on Mo Ningxun's face, but he just didn't avoid it. What could he do to him!
"What's the matter?" Yi Shuihan spoke. These people were not easy to guess.
Rong Zhi was a little hesitant, and Shui Han didn't let Mo Ningxun go, which means Shui Han had already agreed to Mo Ningxun. If there was anything, Mo Ningxun could know that it was fake that he was not angry, but he had no choice.