The firelight illuminated the stone house and also illuminated the golden roll of cotton in the hand of the Minister of Rites, causing the cotton to sparkle with a faint brilliance.
The imperial edict is the holy will.
Disobeying the imperial edict is tantamount to disobeying the Holy Order.
Yan Qing clenched his fists at this moment. Even if he was the first dragon guardian of the Dragon Guard, he was still unwilling to bear the charge of disobeying the imperial edict.
After all, this has nothing to do with life and death, but honor and disgrace, treason, and the injustice of trapping the Thirteen Houses behind him.
But…
He would also be unwilling to watch a missed opportunity like this. After all, this was a major matter that affected the life and death of tens of thousands of soldiers in Daxia.
"Master Shangshu, if this delays our army's fighter plane and causes tens of thousands of our Daxia soldiers to be trapped in the Hanyuan tribe, can you afford this crime?" Yan Qing's tone was a little cold.
"If we can't negotiate, I will apologize with death!" The face of the Minister of Rites was equally determined at this moment. If he could be promoted to one of the six ministers, how could his determination not be strong
After saying this, the Minister of Rites continued: "Etiquette, the way of the sages!"
"rude?"
"That is equivalent to the absence of rules and regulations and the absence of moral integrity. Only when the king governs the country with etiquette can the country prosper and the people be healthy."
"In a noble family, only those who are courteous and virtuous can have a prosperous family and a prosperous status."
"war!"
"It's really the way to settle a fight."
"However, there is also a saying in the art of war. It is better to subjugate the enemy without fighting. Let alone the relationship between countries, even if it is a war between countries, it is still polite first and then the soldiers."
"If you just use force blindly, what's the difference between you and the barbarians?"
When the Minister of Rites said the last words, his wrinkled face was full of righteousness. Although he was older, the light in his eyes was still full of energy.
"Old stubborn!" After hearing what the Minister of Rites said, Yan Qing suddenly felt a surge of breath in his chest. It was a feeling of suffocation that had nowhere to vent.
The remarks of the Minister of Rites certainly make sense.
Moreover, it can even be said to be well-founded and clearly argued.
But…
This is a war, an extremely cruel battlefield.
Then, many things cannot be judged by reason or debate as to whether they are right or wrong. In the opinion of the Minister of Rites, the Daxia sergeant won a battle against the Han Yuan tribe.
This is the best opportunity for peace talks.
However, for a real war, the victory or defeat of this war basically does not affect the situation of the war. The Southern Region still holds an absolute advantage.
So, how can there be peace talks
In addition, there are demons. Will the demons negotiate peace with Daxia in the Southern Region
stubborn!
Apart from stubbornness, Yan Qing could not find another word to describe his view of the Minister of Rites, but he knew that this had nothing to do with the original intention of the Minister of Rites.
It can only be said that these are two different concepts.
It's like two academic parties are arguing. Each has its own reasons. In the end, no one is absolutely wrong. Because of this, Yan Qing feels aggrieved and has nowhere to vent.
"It doesn't matter if Sir Yan calls me old and stubborn, or something more harsh. However, I insist on my position, and this is also the intention of the Holy One. Does it mean that Sir Yan thinks that the Holy One's opinion is not as good as yours?" The Minister of Rites was not because of this. Fang Qing was angry at his words, but instead said calmly.
The Holy Spirit’s opinion
Xing Yuanguo's eyes narrowed slightly at this time.
Getting along with the sage Lin Mubai can be said to be the most important thing Xing Yuanguo has done in his life. It is true that the sage Lin Mubai has some shortcomings.
For example, he dotes on Pingyang too much, and he often uses some methods of kingly control.
But…
In major events, especially in major events such as relations between countries, the Holy Master Lin Mubai would never make even the slightest mistake.
If not, how could the Great Xia Dynasty become increasingly powerful and powerful
has a problem!
Xing Yuanguo frowned slightly. Logically speaking, even if the military information from the Southern Territory was reported to Yanjing City, there would be a delay, but it would not be delayed for too long.
The time difference is at most one to two days.
So, normally speaking, what Fang Zhengzheng did in the Thunder Lion Tribe had already spread to Yanjing City and reached the eyes of the Holy Lord Lin Mubai.
That being the case.
How could the Holy Master Lin Mubai not foresee Fang Zhengzheng's attack on the Han Yuan tribe
Once the war starts, all plans will be messed up.
It is also impossible for the Holy Lord Lin Mubai not to guess this.
Moreover, the capture of Dingshan Pass happened a few days ago, but the Holy Emperor did not send troops to take out Dingshan Pass. Instead, he sent a minister of rites with an imperial edict for peace talks in his hand.
What is the purpose
"Can you show me the imperial edict in the hands of Lord Shangshu?" Xing Yuanguo spoke again at this time, with an extremely calm tone.
"Imperial decree? This... the punishment depends on it, of course it is possible!" The Minister of Rites hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and quickly spread out the imperial decree in his hand.
Xing Yuanguo.
The first-rank military officer of the Zhenguo Mansion, the head of the thirteen mansions, and the pillar of Daxia Kingdom, let alone the Minister of Rites, now only has an imperial edict in his hand. Even if the Holy Emperor comes in person, he will listen to Xing Yuanguo's military orders as appropriate.
If not.
How could the Minister of Rites, who was holding the imperial edict, arrive at the Hanyuan tribe first, and sit here in such an emergency and say that he must go to the peace talks
Xing Yuanguo didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly, and then looked carefully at the imperial edict spread out on the table.
Line after line of handwriting is written on the golden cotton silk.
At the end of the imperial edict, the seal of the Holy Emperor Lin Mubai was stamped.
The general meaning is to show the sincerity of the Holy Emperor in the peace talks with the Southern Territory, and specially send the Minister of Rites to go to the peace talks in person to commemorate the century-old friendship between Daxia and the Southern Territory.
After reading it over and over again, Xing Yuanguo frowned again and continued to look at the first word...
Time passes gradually.
The stone house seemed extremely quiet, and there were only a few dozen words in the imperial edict. However, Xing Yuanguo read it over and over again, and actually read it for nearly half an hour.
No matter how good the Minister of Rites was, his patience was almost worn out at this time.
However, he still didn't dare to speak.
because…
The other party is Xing Yuanguo, a man whom the sage Lin Mubai calls his brother.
Fang Qing also didn't speak.
Even though he knew that if he continued to delay, the fighter plane would become more dangerous and the chance of a sneak attack would become slimmer, but he still did not speak.
There wasn't much reason, it was also because the other party was Xing Yuanguo.
A man who can always remain calm on the battlefield, a man whose prestige in the Daxia army is stronger than Duan Xinjue.
If there is one person with a very calm expression in the stone house, that person is Nangong Hao, because his eyes are also looking at the imperial edict, reading word by word...
"Understood!" Xing Yuanguo's voice rang at this time, breaking the long silence in the stone house. At the same time, he also put the imperial edict away again and put it respectfully into the hands of the Minister of Rites.
The Minister of Rites' lips moved, wanting to say something, but he didn't say it because he was waiting for Xing Yuanguo's decision.
"Then please make a trip to the Holy City, Lord Shangshu, and I will send another five hundred sergeants to escort Lord Shangshu to your safety!" Xing Yuanguo continued when he saw that the Minister of Rites did not speak.
"In this way, the punishment period is... preparation..." The face of the Minister of Rites was happy, but he still cautiously confirmed again.
"Follow the imperial edict!"
"Xinghou Yuanyuan, I will rush to the Holy Mountain City now. I will certainly live up to my holy mandate!"
"Qing Sui, go and mobilize five hundred elites to follow the Master out of the city!" Xing Yuanguo looked at the Minister of Rites who respectfully resigned, and also looked at Xing Qing Sui beside him.
"Father, this..." When Xing Qing heard this, he was obviously a little unwilling.
"This is a military order!"
"Yes, Father!" Xing Qingsui's expression changed slightly, but in the end he gritted his teeth and exited the stone house with the Minister of Rites.
Watching the Minister of Rites and Xing Qing leave.
Yan Qing's expression also changed. He bit his lips and clenched his hands. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't say a word.
"Master Hou, when will we set off?" Nangong Hao stood up at this time, put a hand on Yan Qing's shoulder, and said calmly.
Xing Yuanguo didn't speak. He just looked out the window of the stone house, outside the Han Yuan tribe, and at the broken cliff beside the wind valley...
The night of the Han Yuan Tribe was a silent night, and the wind from the Wind Valley blew again, making bursts of whistling sounds in the night, blowing away the rich blood in the air.
And on the broken cliff in the Wind Valley, there was still a sword shining with cold light.
The name of this sword is Wuhen.
It is the sword of Mengtian, the Holy War God of the Great Xia Dynasty.
Fang Zhengzheng was kicked off the cliff by Yun Qingwu, so of course he had no time or opportunity to take the sword away.
When Yun Qingwu left, although she had Bai Xing and a halberd beside her, Chi Guyan was still standing on the cliff of Fenggu Mountain, so it was impossible for her to take the sword with her.
As for Chi Guyan...
When she left the cliff of Wind Valley, she didn't even look at the sword.
This sword once hid in the Holy World, and was written down by legends one after another. I don’t know how many people dreamed of getting this sword one day.
After this sword was pulled out from the Shengtian world, the princes of Great Xia and King Duan competed with each other. Everyone wanted to master this sword.
But now, this sword is stuck on the cliff of Fenggu, letting the moonlight shine and the mountain wind blowing in Fenggu, looking down from a high place on the vast land below, as well as the majestic and majestic cold... Ape tribe castle, but no one took it away from the cliff.
Just because it doesn't want to leave.
This is a kind of aloofness.
An innate aloofness.
Of course, another possibility is...
It's waiting!
…
(It was too late yesterday, so I will update the next chapter during the day tomorrow! Don’t worry, the two chapters will be updated as usual!) (To be continued.)