It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 239

In the palace, Guanghua Hall, Li Letian is still presiding over today's meeting.

On his right is the representative of the Rong tribe headed by Huyanli, and on his left is the representative of the empire headed by Prime Minister Cui.

The peace talks are coming to an end, and many things have been agreed upon. The Rong delegation has been in Chang'an City for a long time and is about to leave.

The meeting was held in a friendly and cheerful atmosphere. Huyanli expressed his appreciation for the customs and customs of Chang'an, and even said his good wish to be an imperial man in the next life. And Li Letian also expressed his yearning for the grassland style, hoping that one day he can browse the beautiful scenery, get close to the Daxue Mountain, and make his mind more pure.

"I hope everyone has a smooth journey, and I also look forward to having the opportunity to raise a glass with Prince Huyan in the future."

"Thank you for the kindness of the first prince. As a descendant of Changshengtian, I will always remember this friendship. Although we are on different lands, we have the same starry sky."

Huyanli has been nurtured in Chang'an City for so long, and gradually he has learned the hypocrisy of the empire.

"Respected eldest prince, may I ask if there is a princess Mingyu in the empire? I hope she can marry into the grasslands and become a symbol of friendship between our two races."

A touch of shock flashed through Li Letian's eyes, and then Li Letian smiled.

"Princess Mingyu has been pampered and savage since she was a child. Marrying her to the grasslands is afraid that it will not only be unhelpful to the friendship between the two ethnic groups, but will destroy our friendship."

The other officials also smiled, saying that everyone knew what Princess Mingyu was like.

"Real warriors prefer irascible horses to well-behaved sheep. A woman like Princess Mingyu is more suitable for living in the grasslands."

Li Letian was silent.

"I'm afraid that Prince Huyan doesn't know that Princess Mingyu has a marriage contract and will get married on another day. Marrying a woman with a marriage contract to the Prairie King, I'm afraid it will be disrespectful to the Prairie King." Cui Xiangfuxu said with a smile.

Li Letian glanced at him gratefully, fortunately he responded in time.

"Hey, we prairie people don't care about this, beautiful women are liked by men all over the world, but only the strongest men deserve to have her."

You don't care about me, that's my sister, I can let her marry a 300-pound fat pig!

Li Letian stopped laughing and said slowly: "Mingyu is the most favored daughter of the father, and marrying her to the grasslands thousands of miles away, I am afraid that the father will not be able to bear the longing. This point, please understand the prince Huyan."

"Marrying the most respected princess of the empire to the grassland is not proof of the friendship between the two races. Does the empire want to marry an insignificant woman to the grassland?"

Huyanli was still smiling, but when his eyes collided with Li Letian, he read out the murderous intent in that smile.

I'll beat you if you don't.

Weak countries have no diplomacy. This is not an empty phrase. Naturally, false friendship, humble wisdom, and disguised victory can be used to weave into a gorgeous robe, but when the robe is lifted, there is still a scrawny body underneath.

...

Royal study.

Emperor Ming threw the inkstone in his hand, Li Letian knelt in front of him, Ren Yantai smashed his forehead, but didn't move.

"They want Wan'er, they want Wan'er!"

"How did you talk, how did you talk to them! You bastard, can't you do anything right?"

"I'm incompetent, I couldn't handle this matter well." Li Letian fell to his knees.

"Tell them not to think about it, it's a fool's dream!" Emperor Ming slapped the bookcase heavily.

The eunuchs and palace maids were silent, and they all knelt down in front of Emperor Ming, their bodies shivering.

"they said……"

"What, what did the barbarians say?"

"They said they were willing to give up the three cities they occupied as gifts for the grassland's marriage to Wan'er. If we didn't agree, they would have to... grab them by themselves."

"Then let them come!" Emperor Ming roared, with blue veins on his face: "As the ruler of a country, I can't even keep my own daughter."

Li Letian was speechless, raised his head and looked at Emperor Ming.

His beard and hair were all stretched out, and his eyes were wide open. At this moment, he was not like a monarch, but a father who wanted to protect his daughter.

How long can the anger last, an hour, a stick of incense... Li Letian's silent eyes told Emperor Ming one thing: the empire cannot afford to fight this battle.

He sat down slumped, like a giant dragon that had been drained of all his strength, the wrinkles piled up together, and he suddenly became a few years older.

In the south, the wealthy clans obeyed the yin and the yin, the northern princes raised soldiers and bought horses, and the officers and generals of the Chang’an court fought to the death, and regarded the Ming emperor as a clay statue. Today's empire... really can't fight this battle.

The lord of a country who is aloof, can't even keep his own daughter?

Can't hold it.

Just like the commoners under the iron hoofs of the Rong tribe, they can only watch their wives and girls suffer humiliation.

At that moment, Emperor Ming thought of the three words that Cheng Dalei threw with a big wave of his hand.

No help!

...

Qingye Buddha was not outside the cell today, Cheng Dalei was a little bored, he took a nap, and when he woke up, he felt that the atmosphere in the prison seemed to be a little different.

The cell was visibly cleaned, and the odor in the air was gone. When Cheng Dalei didn't understand what was going on, someone entered his cell, reinforced the shackles on Cheng Dalei's body, and tied the wooden shackles on his body to the ground with iron chains. Cheng Dalei was originally able to move, but now only two hands can move. .

When he left, the door of the cell was not locked, and someone brought the table, burned bear paws, charcoal-fired fish, opened the jar, and fragrantly fragrant wine.

Everyone left, only Cheng Dalei and a banquet were in the prison.

What is this for? Could it be that the execution date is earlier, or it means that the emperor is benevolent and feels that Ling Chi is too cruel. He wants to give himself a happy death and let himself die in comfort.

The moonlight came in through the window outside, and a full moon hung in the sky.

"The crescent moon is sharp and sharp, and the willow leaves hang all over the sky. It turns out that I am a person, no one hurts and no one pity."

Cheng Dalei sniffed, feeling a little sad, he wanted to drink, but found that the wooden hand could not touch the wine glass on the table.

At this moment, the figure of an old man appeared outside the cell, filling the wine glass in front of Cheng Dalei.

Cheng Dalei looked up and saw the old man standing in front of him. He was a little hunchbacked, but the hunchbacked giant dragon was also a giant dragon.

Ru Yuan's eyes looked at Cheng Dalei, no one could guess what he was thinking.

The old man didn't speak. He was waiting for Cheng Dalei to speak. In his capacity, he learned one thing from a very young age: never let anyone know what you are thinking.

He often looked at the people around him with this kind of eyes, like a cold-eyed audience, watching them plan their plans, watching them dance with long sleeves, and watching them do their best, but no one knew what he was thinking, or no idea.

But Cheng Dalei's first sentence completely hit him, making him feel like he couldn't deal with it.

"Is there anything strange mixed in your bloodline? Do you have any special hobbies for cosplay?"