"The king of Nanling took advantage of the fire to play the robbery perfectly, and the emperor admires it."
Walking beside Feng Qingbo, Ba Nian smiled coldly.
"The emperor of Xiliang is absurd, if you don't come to the door, this king just wants to take advantage of the fire and he won't find a chance." Feng Qingbai also had a smile on his face, and his smile was calm and bland.
Feng Mohan deeply agrees with the emperor's words, "Speaking of which, it is no longer a looting. In order to show my friendship with Xiliang, I finally descended from the twelve cities to eight cities in Nanling, and I changed to any other country. I can't be as generous as Nanling. I thought the Emperor Xiliang would be grateful."
gratitude? The smile on Ba Nian's face was even colder, "Your country has lost four cities, but it is true that those four cities have been replaced by my Xiliang Saint Witch Clan!"
"Didn't the emperor of Xiliang nod his head to exchange it?" The purple-clothed man said lightly beside him, blocking the heart of Ba Nian.
That's right, he nodded and agreed to the exchange, and he had nothing to say about this.
If he doesn't agree, the holy witch clan is still Xiliang's clan, and he will continue to lose four more cities.
It was him who chose the city between the four cities and the holy witch clan.
It also shows that in his eyes, that ethnic group is not as important as the four cities.
It was he who gave up the holy witch clan.
At that moment, Ba Nian felt the ridicule hidden in the man's words, his face felt like a slap in the face, and it was so painful.
Feng Qingbai saw him through.
The man knew that the position of the holy witch clan in his heart was far less important than actual interests.
The emperor of Xiliang was dedicated to pursuing longevity, but was he buried alive in the grave in the end? Those blood that can help him prolong his life, at a critical time, can't save his life.
Therefore, the holy witch clan is dispensable for Tabanian.
He also cares about power, but he does not believe in longevity, only in himself.
Feng Mohan was very satisfied with the silence of the Emperor Xiliang. In this game, Nanling won a complete victory, thanks to his cooperation with the emperor's uncle. As long as he helps the emperor's uncle, he will surely help the emperor's uncle get twice the result with half the effort.
Feng Mohan was even more satisfied with the thought that from now on, he would become an indispensable person around the emperor's uncle.
The eyelids that kept fighting couldn't stop his joy.
It was almost three shifts at this time, the stars in the sky became sparse, and the night was as dense as ink.
The illuminated lanterns hanging in front of the palace gate were soaked in the night, a little less bright, and weakly illuminating the surroundings.
Out of the palace gate, the two parties were either excited or depressed, immersed in their own emotions, and no one noticed the quiet and standing carriage opposite the palace.
"Now that the two dynasties have reached an agreement on a truce, we also ask the Emperor Nanling and the prince to send a letter to the border as soon as possible to make General Nanling retreat." Before getting into the carriage, Banian emphasized again.
If he doesn't mention it, he is worried that Nanling will delay it deliberately, but Xiliang can't afford it.
The reason why Xiliang suffered such a big loss in this negotiation was because of the word "urgent". Otherwise, Nanling would not be able to get eight cities from him anyway.
"Emperor Xiliang rest assured, I will write to the northwest soon, and be sure to send an order to General Nanling in the shortest time. After all, Mocheng will be my Nanling land. If Nanling continues to attack the city, wouldn't it mean that floods rushed into the Dragon King Temple." Mo Han smiled and agreed, punishing every word.
The forced smirk on Ba Nian's face was already unsustainable. When the carriage came over, he immediately lifted the curtain and got into the carriage.
Outside the window, the two uncles and nephew said in unison, "Go slowly."
Hypocrisy like a withdrawal!
Seeing the carriage set off, things had a real sense of settled down, Feng Mohan was still immersed in excitement, and wanted to share his feelings with the man around him, "Uncle Emperor..."
However, the man turned a deaf ear and walked straight to a carriage that was parked quietly on the opposite side.
The curtain of the carriage over there was also just opened, revealing the woman's smiling face.
Tsk tsk, the emperor's aunt couldn't sleep if he didn't go back all night.
"Auntie, don't worry, all the eunuch servants who enter the hall during the negotiation are the eunuch servants. I didn't put a Humeizi in, and I took the emperor's uncle tightly to you."
The people around were almost gone, not afraid of being heard by outsiders, Feng Mohan yelled to the other side and then turned and ran.
Taking advantage of the emperor's uncle is far away, he can still escape.
Impulse is the devil, he regretted it after shouting.
He is showing his loyalty to the emperor, and the emperor should not be able to settle accounts after autumn... right.
He didn't know that his uncle didn't care about him at all at this time. Feng Qingbai was full of eyes at the moment, only the woman on the carriage smiling lightly at him.
At this hour, seeing her appear here, Feng Qingbai couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.
When he first went out of the palace and saw the carriage, he guessed that she must be here.
If not for restraint, he wanted to rush over and rub her into his arms.
Her appearance made his heart hot.
After a day of gambling, those tiredness who supported her disappeared without a trace the moment she saw her smiling face.
Not far from the palace gate, there was a carriage that stopped suddenly because of Feng Mohan's words.
The man in the carriage quickly opened the curtain and looked back, but only had time to see the purple corner of the dress leaping into the carriage.
Apart from that, there was only the faint candlelight coming out of the carriage through the window of the carriage.
Ba Nian's eyes were condensed.
Feng Mohan's aunt is Princess Nanling. The woman he had never seen the real face and had always made him worry about it was in that carriage.
Unexpectedly, she would come to the gate of the palace in the middle of the night to pick up King Nanling.
He has heard a lot of rumors about the Nanling King and Nanling Princess, and they all say that the two have a deep affection, and it seems that it is true now.
Lowering the curtain, Ba Nian ordered the carriage to start again, without waiting for the carriage behind to come over.
It's just the eyes hidden in the dimness, shining with unknown light.
Princess Nanling has always been close to the King of Nanling, but can the King of Nanling really be as promised, can only this person be the only one in his life.
In all dynasties and generations, as long as the children of the royal family, who is not a group of wives and concubines to protect the luxuriant branches and leaves, how long can the King of Nanling persist.
The days will be long, he has time, take his time.
Feng Qingbai got into the carriage and sat next to Liu Yusheng, "How long have you been here, tired?"
She has always had a regular schedule, and she didn't rest until this hour, so how could she not be tired.
What he asked was nonsense.
"Not tired," Liu Yusheng shook his head, with a faint smile at the corner of his eyes, his eyes fell on the man's tired eyebrows, he didn't say anything, just let him lean against her.
Liu Zhixia closed the scroll in her hand and raised her eyes, "There are still two big people in the car, is it an annoyance to your eyes?"
"So you were here. I didn't even notice if you didn't speak."
"The girl is coming, I can't stop it, I can only follow it."
"Are you sure you don't use Shengsheng as the leading bird?"
Liu Zhixia wanted to pat the scroll of her hand on the man's head. Does he need a baby girl to make him a head bird
Is he the kind of brother with no conscience