The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Fang Xun and Yu Jiaolong and her husband sang the same tune as Zuo Gu Yan, but he just didn't give a direct response.

This made Xing Shanxun feel bitter, but he had to force a smile and spoke through gritted teeth.

"King of Yue, Lord Marquis, there is no one else here, so please stop teasing me.

Our clan has been badly defeated, and now we can only allow the two of you to do as you please. I only hope that our clan can find a way to survive."

The imperial court was making excuses. The truth was that the Miao Jiang royal court merely offered tribute and was unable to satisfy Fang Xun and Yu Jiaolong.

Yu Jiaolong couldn't help but sigh when she heard the other party's words.

"Miss Xingshan, why did you have to make it so clear? You set the conditions, and we slowly bargained. Isn't that leaving room for you?"

Xing Shanxun took a deep breath and calmed himself down before saying, "Does my clan really have any chance in front of the Marquis?"

She is not a fool and knows that advantages in diplomatic negotiations are based on national strength.

But now, the strength of the Miaojiang royal court has fallen to its lowest point, and she no longer has much room for bargaining.

Although the atmosphere at the scene is peaceful now, but in the Prince of Yue's Mansion, except for Fang Xun and Yu Jiaolong, the remaining three Zhenwu Realm powerhouses are all locking their eyes on him with murderous intent.

If the negotiations fail or Fang Xun and Yu Jiaolong are not satisfied with the results.

Not only will she be unable to step out of the gate of the Yue Palace, but the Miaojiang Royal Court will also face a full-scale invasion from the Yue Palace's army in the future!
Fang Xun saw that this girl was a sensible person with a clear mind, so he stopped playing tricks and asked directly, "So what is your bottom line this time?"

Xing Shanyan said with a bitter expression: "Does the bottom line have any meaning? If the Marquis and the Prince are not satisfied with our bottom line, can Yan still insist on it?"

"That's right," Yu Jiaolong laughed, shook her head and threw the question to Fang Xun, "What do you think, husband?"

Fang Xun also smiled and said, "In that case, let me first raise a few points and see what Miss Xingshan has to say."

Xing Shanyan's face suddenly became solemn, and he sat upright and said, "My Lord, what advice do you have? Please give me your guidance."

Fang Xun nodded, then suddenly stood up and clapped his hands.

The next moment, a figure appeared in the meeting room, causing Xing Shanxun's expression to change slightly.

The person who came was seen carrying the Buddhist sword of Manjusri on his back, and his waist-length snow-white hair was tied up high with a crown.

He was wearing a gorgeous dress with a white background and gold patterns, with gold borders on the sleeves and collar, and a blue lotus gem inlaid in the middle of his chest. It was exactly the one that was missing!

After arriving, Quezhou put his hands together, turned to Xing Shanxun and said gently: "Lady donor, Quezhou is here to greet you."

Xing Shanxun felt a chill in her heart, and Fang Xun's next words made her completely pale.

"Miss Xingshan, I'm sure you are familiar with this Master Quezhou."

Xing Shanyan forced a smile and said, "Master Quezhou's name is also familiar to me, but I don't know what the Marquis means."

How could she not know about Quezhou?
Especially "The Sound of Selfless Brahma", I don't know how many people lost sleep.

Instead of facing him in person, Xing Shanxun felt more and more helpless.

Fang Xun said calmly: "First, I want to establish the Southern Xinjiang Protectorate and bring the Hundred Thousand Mountains under my jurisdiction!"

Xing Shanyan's heart immediately sank, and he said with a sad face: "My Lord, are you really not going to give my family a chance to survive?!"

Yu Jiaolong was also shocked. If the Southern Xinjiang Protectorate was really established, the Miaojiang Royal Court would have no reason to continue to exist. As for the future of the Miao people, they could refer to the nomadic tribes in the Northern Plains. The population trade business on the prairie was in full swing.

Although the enthusiasm for the reclamation of Beiyuan has cooled down due to the battle of Shuntian Prefecture, there are still a large number of experts from the four northern states who go deep into Beiyuan every day to plunder people and wealth.

The Golden Horde was destroyed, and those scattered tribes became fish on the chopping board, to be eaten however they wanted.

When Yu Jiaolong and Xing Shanxun thought of the nomadic tribes in the north who were living in dire straits, they immediately believed that Fang Xun also wanted to treat southern Xinjiang the same way the imperial court treated the north.

"My husband is too reckless. The Miaojiang royal court is not like those shallow barbarians. If you really resist to the death, it will cause some trouble."

As she was thinking this, Yu Jiaolong was about to say something, but the other party's next words made her stunned again.

"Miss Xingshan, don't worry. If you are willing to be incorporated into our administration, we will treat everyone equally and regard every Miao person as one of our own!"

Not only Yu Jiaolong was stunned, Xing Shanyan was also shocked for a moment, but his face was immediately filled with disbelief.

"Are you joking, my Lord?"

Xing Shanxun sneered.

"You people in the Central Plains have always said 'Those who are not of my race must have different hearts'. Aren't you afraid that we, the 'barbarians' in the Central Plains, will repeat the same thing in the future?"

Xing Shanyue said, his expression becoming more and more indifferent, a wisp of emerald green mist emerged and lingered around his body, and the green snake bracelet on his wrist began to tremble slightly, as if it was coming to life.

She didn't believe a word of what Fang Xun said just now. In Xing Shanxun's opinion, the other party had never thought about giving his family a chance to survive.

Treat everyone equally?
This is just to fool a three-year-old child!

Xing Shanxun was mentally prepared to fight to the death. Even if he died in the Prince of Yue's mansion today, he wanted to cause as much damage as possible to the other party.

Yu Jiaolong's face darkened and she became alert, but Fang Xun remained calm and spoke lightly.

"Miss Xingshan probably doesn't know that in addition to 'those who are not of my race must have different hearts', there is also 'since ancient times'."

"Since ancient times?" Xing Shanxun was stunned for a moment, his heart skipped a beat, "What on earth does the Marquis want to say?"

Fang Xun sighed.

“The Miao people in Southern Xinjiang have been descendants of the Xingshan clan from the ancient Human Emperor era. They were one of the largest tribes in the Central Plains during the Human Emperor era. Your ancestors were even strong competitors for the title of Human Emperor.

So they are not outsiders, so how can it be said that "those who are not of my race must have different hearts"? "

Xing Shanyan was stunned for a moment. She didn't expect the other party to say that.

Seeing that she was lost in thought, Fang Xun said, "Miss Xingshan, you can stay at the post station first and think about it carefully. It won't be too late for us to continue our discussion tomorrow."

After Xing Shanyan heard this, he sighed with a complicated look in his eyes and said, "Just follow what the Marquis says."

Soon, Xing Shanxun, accompanied by officials from the royal palace, went to the post station with his entourage.

In the conference room, Yu Jiaolong, who had been silent until then, finally spoke and asked with a serious face.

"My husband, are you really going to accept the Miao people? Although your saying 'since ancient times' does make some sense, it is not appropriate to rashly accept hundreds of millions of Miao people and treat them equally, right?" (End of this chapter)