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Chapter 547 Lying

When it comes to his own interests, Ye Siza's tone is still unfriendly, but with obvious concern.

Not being able to enjoy fair trade and being exploited by Han profiteers has always been a pain point for the grassland people.

Li Beichen hit the snake directly to the seven inches.

He smiled calmly, and he was fully confident of winning Ye Sizha.

"You are not joking. If the eldest prince signs a friendly agreement today, I will send my close associates to arrange for the establishment of a market supervision department in Datong tomorrow." Li Beichen said slowly, "Of course, if the eldest prince is unwilling to cooperate, I will return to Beijing. Later, sit down with your father and have a drink and talk slowly."

Yesiza clenched his fists, stood up suddenly, and glared, "Are you threatening me?"

Meng Shu and the other four people who were waiting in the tent drew their swords instantly.

Li Beichen smiled and made a gesture to signal Meng Shu and the others to be calm.

"Whether it's a threat or not depends on you. You can treat it as an opportunity to ascend to the throne." Li Beichen raised the wine bowl in his hand, his expression still indifferent, "If you are willing to cooperate, just pick up the wine bowl and drink this A glass of wine. If you don’t want to, break the wine bowl. It’s simple.”

Ye Siza lowered his eyes and stared at the wine bowl on the table. The wine in the bowl reflected his blurry face.

There was anger in his heart, and he raised his foot, wanting to kick the wine case over.

Finally, he put it down gently, bent down, picked up the wine on the table, and drank it in one sip.

The wine flowed down the edge of the bowl and sprinkled on his clothes.

He wiped the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, stared at Li Beichen with blazing eyes, and said, "I will believe you for once. You are an emperor, and you must keep your word. Otherwise, I will never give up. Hmph!"

In the face of huge interests, those who understand current affairs are heroes, and there are few people who do not bow their heads.

Ye Siza's ambition expanded rapidly at this moment.

The scene of everyone surrendering after becoming a sweat seemed to be right in front of them.

Li Beichen smiled and nodded, and said pleasantly, "The emperor keeps his word, how can he not keep it? Since we are all friends now, let's have a drink."

He put down the airs of an emperor just to stabilize Ye Siza, who was famous for his cruelty and fierceness in the grassland.

There was a sudden stabbing pain in my heart and a surge of melancholy.

At such a happy and congratulatory time, my mother is no longer here.

The battle against the steppe Mongols was my father's glory, regret, and pain.

How gratified and proud the mother would be if she saw that her son had fulfilled his father's last wish and made the Tatars surrender.

He stood up, sprinkled a line of wine in front of the case, and said silently in his heart, Mother, thank you for your blessing in the nine heavens, my son has done it.

After the two drank two large bowls of wine, Ye Siza raised his chin, squinted his eyes, and stared at Li Beichen with wolf-like eyes.

"How will the emperor arrange for my father?"

He has a natural fear of his father. As long as his father is around, he feels like a child. He is always worried that his father will come back one day and settle the accounts with him.

Li Beichen looked at Ye Siza meaningfully, and after being silent for a long time, he said, "Of course it's good food, wine, beautiful women, and good hospitality. Could it be that the eldest prince hopes to exchange for your father and stay in the capital to enjoy the blessings. This is not a bad idea." I will arrange a big house for you, with ten concubines, no worries about food and clothing, which is quite comfortable. What’s the point of fighting and killing? What do you think, the eldest prince?"

Yesizha was stunned for a moment and smiled dryly. This meant that he was holding his father hostage.

After a moment of embarrassment, he returned to normal, "My father has been fighting for many years and is covered with wounds. There is nothing better than retiring in the capital."

"I treat your father so kindly and let him live in the capital permanently. Don't you want to toast me, thank you?"

"Yes. Yes. Yes. I respect the emperor."

Ye Sizha was unwilling to accept it, but he had to pick up the wine, stand up and offer a toast.

After drinking it, I staggered and felt extremely dizzy.

Ye Siza thought the wine was poisonous, staggered and was about to rush towards Li Beichen, saying angrily, "You?" Li Beichen looked as usual, as if he had expected this, and said with a clear smile, "You misunderstood, There is no poison in the wine. This wine has a high alcohol content and strong stamina. I still want to use you, so how could it be poisoned? Just take a nap and set off back to the capital with me tomorrow."

Ye Siza was shocked. Everyone in front of him had a double image, and he kicked over the desk, "Follow you back to the capital? What do you want to do? What kind of conspiracy are you playing?"

Li Beichen stood up steadily.

He was a head shorter than Yesiza, but the king's aura made Yesiza dare not look directly at him and lowered his head instantly.

Ye Siza then raised his head angrily and looked directly at Li Beichen, as if he wanted to tear him into pieces with his eyes.

Li Beichen didn't care about Ye Sizha's reaction, "Return to the capital, receive a title, and sign a treaty of friendship and cooperation. You will be your Mongolian Khan in the grassland from now on, and it will be the same as before. I will not interfere. But in my case Be humble in front of me."

"Is it necessary to make it so troublesome?" Ye Siza muttered.

To Ye Sizha, Li Beichen's words sounded like nothing but nonsense made up by literati, about this ritual and that ritual.

Even if the ceremony is done, as long as he is allowed to return to the grassland to work hard, as long as the soldiers and horses are strong and powerful, it is not his final say on how to do it.

Li Beichen put his hands behind his back, his eyes were deep, and he said firmly: "It is very necessary. In order to consolidate the alliance between us, I also hope that after the national mourning, I can marry your biological sister Prajna, and I will also give you two royal women as wives. Concubine."

As far as Ye Sizha is concerned, there are so many Mongolian girls who like him that it doesn't matter if he marries two Han girls. When the time comes, he can sleep with them and get a taste of them, and if he doesn't like them, he can just kill them. As for his sister Prajna, he will rescue her after he becomes the Great Khan of Mongolia and defeats the Ming Dynasty after unifying the Tatars and Waca.

So Ye Siza readily agreed without much thought.

After Ye Siza was taken away to rest, Li Beichen poured another bowl of wine by himself.

The corner of his mouth curled up and he sneered.

Of course he lied. The wine was laced with Mongolian sweat medicine, but the amount was not large, enough for Ye Sizha to sleep for two days, and he hurried back to the capital.

He likes to be absolutely sure of everything he does.

There was an important reason for going back in such a hurry. Mrs. Xie, Lu Kunming and Meng Shu all suffered sword and cannon wounds.

The conditions here in Juyongguan were difficult and simple treatment was done, but the weather was hot and it began to become inflamed and ulcerated.

Mrs. Xie had a high fever last night, but it finally subsided despite drinking two sets of antipyretics. But he was worried. After all, Madam Xie blocked an arrow for him.

He poured the bowl of wine on the table on the ground to pay tribute to the soldiers who died in this battle.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he led a large force to march quickly back to the capital overnight, leaving some people behind to clean up the battlefield.

Sitting on the bumpy carriage, he squinted his eyes to rest, half asleep and half awake.

Huge fatigue hit him, and he hardened.

I dreamed of Jiang Yuebai again. She was wearing white clothes and smiling gently at him.

He would dream about her every day at the border.

Sometimes it's in Jiangnan, sometimes it's in Taorui Palace, sometimes it's in the Imperial Garden, sometimes it's in the bedroom.

Sometimes it's daytime, sometimes it's nighttime.

Every day Jiang Yuebai would smile and say to him: "Husband, come back soon. Jiao Jiao is waiting for you at home."

Every time I heard her call her husband, my heart felt numb.

At this time, Jiang Yuebai appeared in his dream again, standing under the peach tree in Taorui Palace, with colorful fallen flowers, like a dream.

"Your Majesty, when will you come back? I miss you so much."

He couldn't help walking over, holding her waist, staring into her eyes and her red lips, "I miss you too."

Saying that, he was about to kiss her.

(End of this chapter)