Yu Jun

"Sanchuan Village! If you don't let us, we will beat you out anyway!"

"You are so capable of fighting, why are you negotiating for peace! Gaoping Village!"

The gentle ministers' words became more and more arrogant. Hou Fuzhong and Li Qing showed off their literati skills and changed their ways. They scolded Jin Lu for "what a waste of money", scolded Jin Lu for "the price of slave soldiers", and scolded Jin Lu for "the price of slave soldiers". "Tianshe slave", there are many tricks. Jinlu's understanding of Chinese is limited, but he also knows that it is not a good word, so he immediately retorts.

The long table between the verbal battles is the Chu-He-Han boundary. Only spit can fly across the boundary, but no sword can cross it.

Nomad Qing stood outside the Qionglou, a little surprised, secretly thinking that the scholar's mouth turned out to be quite wild.

Mo Qianlan sat next to King Wei, listening to the quarrel between the two parties, but did not participate and closed his eyes to rest.

The quarrel lasted for four minutes, and still no conclusion was reached. The people on both sides panted tiredly, and there was a moment of silence.

Prince Jin suddenly said: "If the Mo family is stationed in Kuanzhou, we can make Sanchuan Village the boundary."

His Chinese was not good, and he stumbled over his words, but Qionglu fell into a long silence.

Hou Fuzhong and Li Qing's eyes widened, and their words suddenly stopped. Although they didn't speak, there was a silent uproar in the hearts of people.

King Wei clenched his teeth, realizing at this moment that what Huang Yiren said was the truth.

After the peace talks, Mo Qianlan kept the Mo family's place in Kuanzhou, and naturally he, the prince, had no use for him.

Hou and Li suddenly understood Mo Qianlan's purpose.

Mo Qianlan paid an unknown price and colluded with Jin Lu to plan to widen the state!

By the time the emperor learned about it, the peace talks between the two countries had ended and everything was a foregone conclusion. The emperor could only punish Mo Qianlan and leave Mo Lingfeng behind.

He thought that they thought that they already fully understood Mo Qianlan's actions and intentions, and understood Mo Qianlan's ruthlessness.

This man only has his precious sister in his heart, no one else, no country.

Hou Fuzhong and Li Qingneng were important state officials. They were both people who had experienced countless battles in the court. They knew that there was no room for maneuver in this matter, and they also knew that if they agreed, they would become the emperor's punching bag afterwards.

Surrounded by a forest of guns, a mountain of knives, strong soldiers with murderous intent, and armored tigers watching eagerly, the two of them were watched by countless pairs of eyes. The pens, inks, papers and inkstones all over the table were turned into sharp blades, and the white dome pressed above their heads, making them unable to break free.

Mo Qianlan crossed his hands on his abdomen with a smile on his face. His eyes were filled with blurred blood - the people here did not know that death was coming and were still struggling.

He did not wait too long. Hou Fuzhong wisely asked the question to King Wei.

"What do you think, Your Majesty?"

King Wei had no one to shirk, and Huang Yiren was nowhere to be seen. His nervous palms were sweaty, so he nodded and said, "Yes, yes."

"Okay." The little prince Jinlu couldn't help but smile. After all, he was still young and couldn't hide his gaze as he looked at Mo Qianlan.

It was already the end of the Chen hour, and the important matter of the national boundary was settled. The remaining items such as silver, silk, tea, etc. were discussed quickly, and it was settled within four quarters.

The dust of the two dynasties' oaths has settled.

The king of Wei had difficulty completing the book, so he asked Hou Fuzhong to ghostwrite it.

"On October 30, the 30th year of the Yuan Dynasty, the Jokhang Emperor solemnly wrote an oath to the King of Jin: The two dynasties will be restored to peace, the troops will be suspended, and the fighting will be carried out to build an alliance. Each year, [-] taels of silver and ten pieces of silk will be established. Ten thousand horses and one thousand catties of tea, with Sanchuan Village and Hengshan as the boundary, Mo Lingfeng is the general guarding the city on the border of the state, they do not interfere with each other, each herds the people, and the common people live in peace..."

After writing, he copied another copy from Hou Fu, dried the ink, and gave it to the King of Wei.

The King of Wei took out the royal seal and covered it with cinnabar seal clay. After the seal was dry, he stood up and exchanged oaths.His hands were shaking violently. Just as he was about to stand up, Mo Qianlan suddenly reached out and took the oath: "Your Majesty, let me do it."

The King of Wei tightened his grip and handed the sign book to Mo Qianlan with both hands, his eyes involuntarily searching for Huang Yiren's whereabouts.

While searching, his chest heaved violently, and his heart was frantic, almost popping out of his mouth - Mo Qianlan died, and the peace talks would be interrupted, but it didn't matter, these were all things that could be remedied.

found it!
Huang Yiren came in at some unknown time and stood close to the dome, his hands folded in his sleeves, his eyes gleaming fiercely as he approached Mo Qianlan - Mo Qianlan was wearing too little today, no crane cloak, and even the gown was very thin.

He quickly put this weird point behind him and held an arm crossbow tightly in his left sleeve with his right hand to prevent the arm crossbow from falling down, showing its shape and being noticed by others.

This crossbow is a seven-inch crossbow modified by Jinlu craftsmen from a seven-inch bow. The crossbow body is no longer than half an arm. The tusks are made of copper. The string is made of hemp rope and wire. The arrow cluster is similar to the seven-inch bow. , because it is too small to shoot fifty steps, and it cannot be easily shaken, so it is extremely rare on the battlefield.

But this kind of crossbow arrow cluster is lighter, no more than three qian, and the whole iron arrow does not weigh more than [-] qian. It is extremely explosive and can pierce armor in an instant. Even if Mo Qianlan wears iron armor, he cannot prevent it.

A layer of ox-hair sweat quickly appeared on King Wei's back, and the whole head was steaming. It was held in the futou and turned into water. Cold ice flowed down from the temples. The palms of his hands were so wet that when he exerted force, he could squeeze out a handful of water.

He looked at Mo Qianlan.

Mo Qianlan stood up, holding the oath in one hand, and reached into his sleeve with the other hand. He unobtrusively took out a piece of Fang Sheng folded from bamboo paper, put it under the oath, and walked to the little prince.

The four guards around the young prince looked at Mo Qianlan and Yin Nan warily, and would take action if anything went wrong.

The King of Gold only has one son, so he cannot be damaged in the slightest.

Yin Nan also stared at the little prince, his eyes scanning his hat, skirt, sleeves, waist, and boot tops inch by inch. Once he saw any trace of a hidden blade, he immediately led Mo Qianlan away.

Huang Yiren's eyes lit up and he took an inch of his hand out of his sleeve - no one was paying attention to him, this was a good opportunity.

Just when he was about to take action, Mo Qianlan suddenly squatted down.

He immediately retracted his hands into his sleeves and quietly changed direction to avoid Yin Nan - the moment Mo Qianlan squatted down, he saw Yin Nan also quickly changing positions, keeping Mo Qianlan always in his own position. Under protection.

He only had one chance, he had to hit it right away, and the closer he got to Mo Qianlan, the better.

The four guards were also startled by Mo Qianlan's movements and hurriedly took a step forward. They saw Mo Qianlan squatting on the ground, his thin clothes could not hide the knife, and his two wide sleeves were hanging softly on the ground, so they took half a step back.

Even though the oath was finalized, they were still wary of each other.

Neither Hou Fuzhong nor Li Qing knew that the danger was coming, but they breathed a sigh of relief - like King Wei, they both seemed to be in a nightmare. The difference was that as soon as the peace talks ended, their nightmares would wake up.

Mo Qianlan looked at the little prince at eye level and smiled slightly: "I have seen your father's portrait, and you look very similar to him."

Because Mo Qianlan was as weak as his father, the little prince felt more cordial and nodded shyly: "Yes."

He handed the oath to Mo Qianlan, who also reached out and handed Fang Sheng and the oath to the young prince.

Suddenly, a dull and abrupt sound came from the Qionglu.

The voice was fast and urgent, and Yin Nan was the first to react.

She shot out suddenly, but when her fingertips touched the arrow tail, the arrow body had already been nailed into Mo Qianlan's back.

The moment the iron arrow pierced Mo Qianlan's back, he suddenly pulled the little prince into his arms. The two were inseparable. The crossbow arrow shattered the hard bones in Mo Qianlan's chest, broke the flesh from the front, and then penetrated the little prince. Half of the body was drilled out from the back.