Murong Jie took a sip of wine, "So, this time I came back, I hope to persuade old Prince An Ran first, and reach this agreement with Prince Qi in private. Qin Zhou said that as long as the old prince leaves, she will withdraw her troops."
"Will Beimo abide by the agreement?"
"The Crown Prince of Beimo and the two generals of the Qin family are willing to come to the Great Zhou as hostages."
Zi'an said: "But the emperor seems to be very confident about this battle."
"It is unnecessary to mobilize the whole country to fight this war. It will cost the people money and manpower, and the people will be displaced. How many families will be harmed by the war? It is impossible to estimate. The emperor is not confident. He just wants to use up the last bit of my strength to resolve the border crisis for him and eliminate the threat of Beimo and Xianbei to Dazhou."
This is his usual style.
Zi'an nodded, feeling somewhat complicated. If the Great Zhou took advantage of the crisis in the Northern Desert to launch a massive invasion, there were actually two extreme possibilities after analysis.
The first one is that Beimo is unable to cope and suffers a crushing defeat.
The second possibility is that the Northern Desert is angry, the angry army is in high spirits, and the Great Zhou will be defeated.
However, even if it is the first one, it would be a mutual destruction with killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of our own. Is it necessary
Zi'an felt that he might be having a woman's and child's opinion, but if war could be avoided, it would be best not to fight it. Why must the blood of soldiers and civilians be used to satisfy the greed of those in power
"I will go with you to see old Prince An Ran tomorrow." Zi'an said.
"Didn't you say you would accompany me? Why do you make it seem like you've just decided now?" Murong Jieman glanced at her.
Zian smiled, "Before, I was thinking about going with you, but this time I think I should go myself. It's different."
"Well, okay." Murong Jie held her in his arms, "As long as we convince the old prince, it will benefit the people of both countries."
"If the old prince doesn't go, will you let me go?" Zi'an asked.
Murong Jie was silent for a moment. "I don't want you to go. Besides, this is just Prince Qi's own idea. The Emperor of Beimo may not agree, and Qin Zhou may not believe you."
"Prince Qi must have convinced the Emperor of Beimo before he would present the letter to the Emperor, right?"
"That's true, but if you're not the one the Emperor of Beimo really wants to invite, you'll be questioned by many parties when you go to Beimo. The war faction in Beimo, headed by the Prince of Zhenguo, is not easy to deal with."
Moreover, since they were on someone else's territory, he, the Regent of the Great Zhou, would definitely not be allowed to accompany them.
Zi'an thought of the emperor's little thoughts of leaving his mother behind, and he just wanted to laugh. The overall situation was like this, but he was still playing tricks. It was obvious that his vision was not high enough.
The two drank for a while and then went back.
The next morning, Zi'an got up early and found Night King's carriage waiting outside. This time, Night King also accompanied him to Hanshan.
The effect would be much better if he said a few words.
Hanshan had heard about it a lot, but Zi'an had never been there.
Needless to say, we traveled a lot along the way, because we had to save time. We only stopped on the way to eat some dry food and drink some water.
Murong Jie did not have a beard, but went out dressed as she had drawn for him.
In the carriage, King Ye and Murong Jie also exchanged information with each other. When talking about King Nan Huai, they inevitably mentioned the Noble Concubine.
Murong Jie only asked one question, "Where is he buried?"
"In the West Hills."
"Um!"
Xishan is not a mass grave, but any concubine who made mistakes or died in the cold palace would be buried there. A thin coffin without a tombstone was the burial place for the noble concubine's life.
Zi'an held his hand and gave him silent comfort.
Murong Jie did not seem sad or upset. He still calmly analyzed the current situation with the Night King.
He asked King Ye to write a letter to Prince An, telling him not to worry about Princess Danqing entering the palace.
Ye Wang said: "I have already sent the letter. Second brother has always been rational, and he should know the emperor's mind and will not act rashly. However, this matter is ultimately funny. When did the emperor use such a trick on his own brother? Is it sad or funny?"
"Don't worry about it." Murong Jie said in a deep voice, "After he recovers from his illness, he must do something to show his majesty or kindness."
"Has he ever thought that doing this might have a counterproductive effect? My second brother is very loyal to him, so it's unnecessary for him to do this."
"The emperor has always been suspicious. He only believes in loyalty that is gained through means, not loyalty that comes from the heart."
"Seventh Brother, do you need to tell our ancestors about this matter?"
"The old ancestor will not care about the affairs of the court, so there is no need to disturb her. Let her and Aunt Ashe enjoy their old age." There are a lot of descendants of the Murong family, but they are useless. An elderly man has to be asked to take charge of government affairs. Isn't it embarrassing to say this
"Yeah, that's right!" The Night King nodded.
When the carriage arrived at the foot of Hanshan Mountain, we had to ride our horses up the mountain.
The road on the mountain is easy to walk on, and horses can do it, but when you reach the middle section of Hanshan, you have to walk.
The scenery of Hanshan is really beautiful. Zi'an has been to Jiuzhaigou and thought it was a paradise on earth. But when he arrived at Hanshan, he realized that every mountain is more beautiful.
There are four seasons in the mountains, and the weather is different every ten miles. It feels exactly like Hanshan.
The layers of maple forests have different colors, yellow, red, and green. The lake in the mountains is like a mirror, reflecting the beautiful scenery of the mountains. Sometimes people always have the illusion that the scenery in the lake is real.
Or maybe everything in front of me is an illusion.
The mountain flowers are in full bloom, colorful, brilliant and fragrant. From afar, the mist condenses on the top of the mountain, and the top looks like a fairyland.
Looking down the mountain, strips of emerald green jade belts are wrapped around the mountain, and the road is like a soaring dragon leaping out of the mountain stream.
Take a breath of air and it feels extremely fresh.
"Our ancestors were really good at choosing places. If there is peace in the court in the future, I also want to come here and live in seclusion." Zi'an couldn't help but sigh. The beautiful scenery along the way made all his tiredness disappear.
"I'm afraid our ancestors are reluctant to give this place to you."
"Then let's fight and take the place from her." Zi'an said heroically.
"Our ancestors are no longer in Hanshan. This place is just a temporary residence for old Prince An Ran." said the Night King.
"Where did our ancestors go? Is there any place in the world more beautiful than Hanshan?"
"Perhaps," the Night King shrugged, "he went to see the Regent Lord Skylift?"
"Ah?" Zi'an thought it looked promising. "Regent King Qingtian?"
"The Regent King Qingtian is our ancestor's... lover. That's what our ancestor said himself."
Zi'an hurriedly asked Qingtian about the story between Regent King and the ancestor. In fact, everyone in the royal family knew this story, but they never dared to discuss it in private.
After listening to the stories of his ancestors, Zi'an was amazed.
"There is a difference between their regent and our regent. Ours is probably a knockoff." Zi'an sighed.
"Shut up!" Murong Jie was so angry that he yelled, "You two have been talking all day long on the mountain. Aren't you tired? Do you remember what we were going to do today?"
(End of this chapter)