Gorge Gate.
Jing Rong has been here for three days, but he has not sent an envoy to "negotiate" with Hou Liao.
Chu Chengyu was a little anxious, so he went to find him in person.
"My lord, should we send someone to Hou Liao to talk to their leader? We can't wait like this forever, there must be a result."
In Chu Chengyu's view, he thinks that Jing Rong is deliberately delaying time, trying to find a way to solve the current situation, but it is a foregone conclusion, and he is powerless to return to the sky.
But he didn't expect Jingrong to respond to him: "This king will go there in person."
"In person?" Chu Chengyu was surprised and immediately dissuaded him, "Although the two countries will not fight against each other, you are the prince. If something happens, the consequences will be disastrous."
"This king has decided to go in person. After all, some things cannot be explained by an envoy. This king must go to see Muzar in person." He then instructed Chu Chengyu, "Go and tell General Ji that this king will take him with you. Let's go together, we'll leave later."
"together?"
"That's right."
Chu Chengyu's eyebrows trembled, his eyes twitched, and he lowered his eyes and replied, "Yes, the last general will go to inform General Ji."
After about an hour, the horses were ready.
Before leaving, Jing Rong explained to Chu Chengyu: "I don't know if the king will go to see Muzar or not, but you must stick to the gate of the gorge and never leave."
"Then what if..."
"There is no case, in short, without the order of this king, we must not send one soldier or one soldier."
"Will this be too risky?" Chu Chengyu worried.
Jing Rong clenched her eyebrows, glanced into the distance, and said solemnly, "Then let's take a risk."
Chu Chengyu picked up the sound!
When he left the city, Ji Yunshu personally came to see him off and tidy up the dazzling armor on his body.
"You be careful."
"I know."
She glanced at Ji Huan in the distance and asked Jing Rong, "Why did you take him there?"
Jing Rong said, "I don't trust him here."
A word of worry, mixed with many meanings.
After all, he didn't trust Ji Huan.
Even more do not believe that Wei Yi suddenly sent Ji Huan to assist his kindness.
Therefore, if he went to Hou Liao, he would definitely not be assured of handing over the entire Xiamen Pass to Ji Huan. He had to trap Ji Huan by his side to be at ease.
He held Ji Yunshu's hand, took her into his arms, and hugged her tightly.
She whispered in her ear, "Yun Shu, promise me, stay here and wait for me to come back."
She rested her head on his firm chest, as if she could feel the scorching heart beating inside his hard scales.
"Okay, I'll wait for you here, and I'm not going anywhere."
She finished finishing his armor for him and watched him mount and leave.
That tall figure is tall and straight.
Gradually disappeared from her sight...
Her eyes flickered, and she turned and ran up the tower, hoping to see the scenery again.
But the distance was already shrouded in white fog, making it difficult to see through.
She clenched her palms tightly, her fingernails white.
I stood on the tower for a long time.
…
In November, the wind on the grassland rolls like a knife.
Jing Rong and Ji Huan rode together on horseback, with soldiers in front raising their flags to open the way, followed by Lang Bo and dozens of soldiers.
They didn't go to war, they went to negotiate, so they brought very few people with them.
When he arrived at Hou Liao, Muzar entertained him with a feast.
This etiquette made everyone not understand. According to reason, the relationship between Da Lin and Hou Liao was enough for Muzar to cut Jing Rong alive, but he did not cut him, and treated him with the most solemn courtesy on the grassland.
The feast was held for two days and two nights.
In the past two days, no one talked about surrender.
On the last day, Jing Rong drank the last glass of wine on hand.
Muzar sent his own people out, leaving only the third master.
Jing Rong also let Ji Huan and Lang Bo go out.
The three closed the account and talked.
The atmosphere is dignified.
"You helped us destroy Yuedan earlier, and the two-day feast is to thank you." Muzar raised his glass.
It was a thank you feast!
Jing Rong said, "I helped you in the first place because of my personal reasons."
"No matter what, I still want to thank you. Now that the thanks are over, it's time for us to get straight to the point." Muzar finally got to the point.
The ease of the previous banquet was also swept away.
Jing Rong frowned, turned the empty wine glass in his hand, and said seriously, "Muzar, this time I'm not here to meet you in battle."
"It is impossible for us to surrender!"
"There is a second option."
"Three hundred miles to the west?" Muzar obviously thought the second option was even more ridiculous, he sighed and said very clearly, "Neither option is feasible!"
This answer was unexpected.
Because he didn't intend to make Muzar nod immediately and agree, after all, this is a difficult task for the leader of a tribe, otherwise, he wouldn't come here in person.
He said calmly: "I came to you personally just to avoid an unnecessary war."
The third master, who had been silent, took the end of his words: "what you said is unnecessary, just to persuade us to submit?"
Jing Rong did not speak.
Indicates the default.
The third master's expression froze, and his eyes flashed fiercely: "You only brought dozens of people here this time, so you are not afraid that we will kill you?"
"If I'm afraid, I won't come." Jing Rong said without fear, "Actually, Emperor Dalin said something right, if you are willing to submit, Dalin will not have any worries in the future. If it is difficult, we will do our best to help.”
Muzar and the third master looked at each other.
The two looked ugly.
Muzar's eyes tightened a little: "We Houliao people can be defeated or die, but we can't bow our heads to you." "Then do you think of the day when the blood on the Xisai grassland was like a river?" Jing Rong With a solemn expression, Meifeng frowned, and told them, "The so-called surrender is just a piece of paper and a chapter! Your territory will not be less, and your people will not be less, what it was in the past, what it will be in the future, Da Lin also
Will not interfere with you, you can still dominate this grassland. "
"… "
Jing Rong grabbed the key point and said, "You know, anyone will believe... Power equals ambition!"
Power equals ambition!
There's nothing wrong with that.
Because of this sentence, this "negotiation" fell into a huge ice cellar,
Jingrong observed the changes in the eyes of Muzar and the third master, as if seeing the hesitation in their eyes.
The three were silent.
Nobody spoke.
at this time-
There was a sudden noise outside.
Before the people in the tent could react, they saw a group of Hou Liao people rushing in with big knives.
The leader is Geta!
As soon as he came in, he ordered: "Arrest the person." Several Hou Liao people quickly put the big knife on Jing Rong's neck.