In the Imperial Palace, Guanghua Hall, Li Letian is still presiding over today's meeting.
On his right are representatives of the Rong clan headed by Hu Yanli, and on his left are representatives of the empire headed by Prime Minister Cui.
The peace talks are coming to an end and many things have been agreed upon. The Rong delegation has stayed in Chang'an City for a long time and will leave soon.
The meeting was held in a friendly and cheerful atmosphere. Hu Yanli expressed his appreciation for the customs and customs of Chang'an, and even expressed his good wish to be an imperial citizen in the next life. Li Letian also expressed his yearning for the grassland customs and hoped to visit them one day.
The beautiful scenery and the proximity to the Snowy Mountains make your soul purer.
"I hope you all have a safe journey, and I also look forward to having the opportunity to raise a glass with Prince Huyan in the future."
"Thank you to the eldest prince for your kindness. As a descendant of Changshengtian, I will always remember this friendship. Although we are on different lands, we share the same starry sky."
Hu Yanli had been trained in Chang'an City for so long, and gradually learned the hypocrisy of the empire.
"Dear First Prince, may I ask if there is a Princess Mingyu in the empire? I hope she can marry to the grassland and become a symbol of the friendship between our two races."
A flash of shock flashed through Li Letian's eyes, and then Li Letian smiled.
"Princess Mingyu has been pampered since she was a child, and she is wild and aggressive. Marrying her to the grassland will not only be unhelpful to the friendship between the two races, but will also destroy our friendship."
Other officials also smiled and said that everyone knew what Princess Mingyu was like.
"Real warriors prefer violent horses to well-behaved sheep. Women like Princess Mingyu are more suitable to live in the grassland."
Li Letian was silent.
"I'm afraid that Prince Huyan doesn't know that Princess Mingyu is already engaged and will get married on a certain date. I'm afraid it would be disrespectful to the Prairie King to marry an engaged woman to the Prairie King." Cui Xiang said with a smile, caressing his beard.
Li Letian glanced at him gratefully. Fortunately, he responded promptly.
"Hey, we prairie people don't care about this. All men in the world love beautiful women, but only the strongest men deserve to have her."
You don't care, I do, that's my sister, I can let her marry a 300-pound fat pig!
Li Letian stopped laughing and said slowly: "Mingyu is my father's favorite daughter. I married her to a grassland thousands of miles away because I was afraid that my father would miss her so much. Please understand this, Prince Huyan."
"Marrying the empire's most beloved princess to the grassland doesn't prove the friendship between the two races. Does the empire want to marry an insignificant woman to the grassland?"
Hu Yanli was still smiling, but when his eyes collided with Li Letian's, he could read the murderous intent in that smile.
If you don't give it, I'll beat you.
Weak countries have no diplomacy. This is not an empty saying. Of course, you can use false friendship, humble wisdom, and disguised victory to weave it into a gorgeous robe. But when you lift the robe, you will still see skinny bones underneath. The man is disgusted by looking at it. See for yourself.
A body that wants to commit suicide.
…
Royal study room.
Emperor Ming threw the inkstone in his hand, and Li Letian knelt in front of him, letting the inkstone smash his forehead but not moving at all.
"They want Wan'er, they want Wan'er!"
"How did you talk about it? How did you talk about it with them! You trash, can't you do anything well?"
"My son is incompetent and failed to handle this matter well." Li Letian knelt down.
"Tell them not to even think about it. They are just dreaming!" Emperor Ming patted the desk hard.
The eunuchs and maids were as silent as cicadas, and they all knelt down in front of Emperor Ming, their bodies trembling.
"they said……"
"What did those barbarians say?"
"We said we are willing to give up the three cities we occupy as a gift for the grassland to marry Wan'er. If we don't agree, they will have to... grab it themselves."
"Then let them come!" Emperor Ming roared, veins popping up on his face: "As the king of a country, I can't even protect my own daughter."
Li Letian was speechless and raised his head to look at Emperor Ming.
With his beard and hair splayed out and his eyes widened with anger, he didn't look like a lofty monarch at this moment, but just a father who wanted to protect his daughter.
How long can anger last? One hour, one stick of incense... Li Letian's silent eyes told Emperor Ming one thing: the empire cannot afford to fight this war.
He sat down slumped, like a giant dragon that had been drained of all its strength, wrinkles piled up together, and he suddenly seemed a few years older.
The wealthy families in the south were acting against each other, while the princes in the north were raising troops and horses. The civil servants and military generals in the Chang'an court were fighting to the death, treating Emperor Ming as a clay statue. Today's empire... really cannot afford to fight this battle.
Can the arrogant leader of a country not even be able to protect his own daughter?
Can't keep it.
Just like the common people under the iron heel of the Rong tribe, they can only watch their wives and daughters being humiliated.
At that moment, Emperor Ming remembered the three words Cheng Dalei threw out with a big wave of his hand.
There is no help!
…
Qingye Buddha was not outside the cell today. Cheng Dalei was a little bored. He took a nap. When he woke up, he felt that the atmosphere in the prison seemed a little different.
The cell had obviously been cleaned, and the peculiar smell floating in the air was gone. Before Cheng Dalei could figure out what was going on, someone entered his cell, strengthened the shackles on Cheng Dalei, and tied the wooden shackles on him with iron chains.
On the ground, Cheng Dalei was still able to move, but now he can only move his two hands.
When he left, he didn't lock the cell door, and someone brought over a table, burned bear paws, grilled fish over charcoal, and opened the jar to release the fragrant wine.
Everyone left, and there was only Cheng Dalei and a banquet in the prison.
What is this? Could it be that the execution date has been brought forward, or that Emperor Ming was showing mercy beyond the law and felt that Ling Chi was too cruel, so he wanted to give himself a happy death so that he could die comfortably.
The moonlight came in through the window outside, and a quarter moon hung in the sky.
"The crescent moon is sharp and sharp, and the willow leaves are hanging all over the sky. It turns out that no one hurts or pities me."
Cheng Dalei sniffed and felt a little sad. He wanted to drink, but found that the wine glass on the table could not be touched by the wooden shackle.
At this moment, an old man's figure appeared outside the cell and filled the wine glass in front of Cheng Dalei.
Cheng Dalei looked up and saw the old man standing in front of him. He was a little hunched over, but the hunched-backed dragon was also a giant dragon.
Ruyuan's eyes looked at Cheng Dalei, and no one could guess what he was thinking.
The old man did not speak. He was waiting for Cheng Dalei to speak. With his status, he learned one thing from a very young age: never let others know what you are thinking.
He often looked at the people around him with this look, like an audience watching indifferently, watching them make deliberate plans, watching them dance skillfully, watching them use all their tricks, but no one knew what he was thinking, or that he had no ideas.
But Cheng Dalei's first words hit him completely, making him feel like he couldn't cope with it.
"Is there something strange mixed into your family's bloodline? Is there any special hobby for Y?"