"Why?" Xianjin gradually straightened his back.
Qiao Fangzhi pinched his newly grown beard and said, "A large part of the court wants peace talks. The Great Wei will negotiate with the Japanese as a victor."
Xianjin nodded. She knew this because Qiao Hui had said so.
When Qiao Fangzhi saw Xianjin nod, he couldn't help but hum with pleasure, "Baoyuan told you, right?"
Xianjin nodded again.
Qiao Fangzhi felt even happier.
Pleasure is pleasure, but teaching disciples is the real thing.
"Since this is a peace talk, according to the rules, both sides should present gifts when they meet. We are the victorious country, and what we want to do in this peace talk is to establish a vassal state, so we must be tough - what could be more insulting than giving the other side special products from the defeated territory? What could be more condescending?"
Xianjin suddenly realized.
Just like you like the roses in your deskmate's garden, so you go to your deskmate's garden in the middle of the night. After a fierce battle, you lose. Then you sit down to discuss the matter in front of your class teacher, who says, "Okay, okay, we can still be good friends by giving each other gifts."
Then you see your deskmate proudly take out the rose from under the desk and throw it skillfully in your face.
What do you think?
Would you be furious? Would you want to crack open your desk mate's skull and stab the rose into his brain?
Peace talks.
It's essentially a quarrel.
At most, we can agree that if we want to quarrel, we should quarrel politely and try not to mention "mom" in our words.
A peace talk that does not overthrow the other party is not a successful show-off.
Xianjin pursed his lips, lowered his head, and clenched his hands tightly: I'm so angry, I really want to turn into a Cantonese and speak like a Fujianese in the live performance.
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