Ah this?
Dying outside... isn't that a good idea?
"Then what are you doing in Southern Xinjiang?"
"I have been stationed in Southern Xinjiang for nearly ten years, so it is naturally as familiar as going home."
Chu Li stared.
So, he really doesn't care about her?
Just left her and Qin Muyu here?
Southern Xinjiang is right in front of him, and the territory of Da Chu is within reach. He only needs to walk forward for half a quarter of an hour to step into the territory of his hometown. But he is told that he doesn't care about her?
Her eyes were filled with tears, "Uncle..."
"Hold it back."
Her mouth drooped, as if something was stuck in her throat, and her misty eyes were watery: "I can't hold it in anymore."
Little did they know how great an impulse was suppressed in the man's eyes, on this field where these two armies were stationed and where ten thousand men were stationed, on this dark and bloody field.
The waves in his eyes were almost raging.
She's still alive!
Still alive!
Although life is a bit bad...
But at least he wasn't dead.
The man sat high on his warhorse, with a dignified and unapproachable posture, looking down upon the young boy who was leaning on a crutch. He was not tall to begin with, and now he was limping, like a little old man, sniffing his nose, and looked so pitiful.
Chu Dichi gripped the reins tightly, suppressed the waves in his eyes, and said coldly:
"Let me ask you."
"Did you expect the fire in the palace that day?"
Chu Li didn't know what to say. She had originally planned to run away and had secretly transferred all her property, but she didn't expect that the eldest prince would come to fight her.
She could only move her plans forward.
"Was it Chu Yeli who took you away?"
The man's voice trembled like thin ice, and his slightly clenched hands concealed a nervousness that no one could see.
He wanted to ask her in person, but was afraid of her answer.
Tell him.
She was taken away by Chu Yeli.
She never thought of leaving him.
Chu Li opened her lips slightly and wanted to tell the truth, but looking at the man's clear and narrow eyes, it was as if an invisible knife was hanging on the back of her neck.
Out of a woman's sixth sense, she changed her words when they were about to come out of her mouth:
"He was the one who took me away."
Chu Dichi's breathing slowed down a bit, and he loosened his hands. His brows relaxed visibly. "Well, just stay still."
He rode his horse, and Jingying and Chongfeng followed behind him, heading towards the negotiation table in the middle.
"Walk!"
A southern barbarian soldier with a scar on his face pushed Chu Li.
Chu Li's foot was still injured, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground in embarrassment. "Why are you pushing me? Can't I walk by myself?"
The scarred soldier said:
"Negotiations are about to begin. You shouldn't stay here. You should be content to be able to come out and see your homeland."
Chu Li bit his lower lip, endured the pain in his feet, and climbed up with difficulty using a crutch.
"Hurry up!"
Why are you rushing me?
She just leaves!
The two armies faced each other. In the middle, where the negotiations took place, each side sent out four people, and the rest retreated several meters away.
Chu Li stood twenty meters away and saw Chu Dichi, Jingying, Chongfeng, and a deputy general sitting at the negotiation table. Nanman was General Wei and three people she didn't know.
Both parties arrived.
"Regent of Great Chu, long time no see."
Wei Pangzhong sat down, folded his hands, and looked at the man sitting opposite him with a smile.
Even if he turned into ashes, he would still know the man.
Eight years ago, when he learned that Chu Dichi, who was only fourteen years old, was stationed in southern Xinjiang, he almost laughed out loud, mocking that the Great Chu had no one and sent a child whose hair had not even fully grown to fight the enemy.
He made a big statement:
In half a year, we will definitely capture southern Xinjiang.
As a result, eight years later, southern Xinjiang remained as stable as before, but he could no longer laugh.
It was not until today, when he held the hostages and controlled the sovereignty, that he finally showed a long-lost smile.
Chu Dichi leaned against the chair, opened his hands boldly and placed them on the armrests. He was 1.9 meters tall and had an aura of 3.8 meters.
"Why do you, a defeated general, want to see me? Are you trying to use this as a lesson to motivate yourself?"
Wei Pangzhong's face darkened:
"In terms of military strategy, I am not as good as you, but now you have taken the initiative to come here and propose negotiations, and want to make peace, right?"
"A request for peace?"
beg?
Chu Di Chi Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, "General Wei, do you have any misunderstandings about me? I will give you a chance to have the best of both worlds. Both sides should take a step back. Otherwise, if we fight, it will not be as simple as the death of one or two people."
Wei Pangzhong had been dealing with Chu Dichi for eight years and knew very well that this little thief was a calm and cunning man. It was easy to be fooled by him if one was not careful.
He clearly proposed negotiations, but in the end, he acted like he was in control.
What a great reversal of Tiangang!
"I have a hostage in my hand, how dare you do anything reckless?"
"Try it," Chu Dichi raised his hand, "see whether a hostage is more important or the dignity of the Great Chu is more important."
On the side, Jingying spoke:
"General Wei is a wise man. When men talk to each other, it's better not to engage in verbal battles like women. State your demands directly."
Wei Pangzhong stared at Chu Dichi coldly, having no idea what this man was thinking.
This man is both intelligent and brave. If he really doesn't care about the hostages, he could just start fighting. Why hesitate?
If he cared about the hostages, why did he look so indifferent?
When it comes to scheming, Wei Pangzhong is hard to guess.
If you don't understand the enemy's true intentions, it will be difficult to prescribe the right remedy.
After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and said, "Someone come."
A soldier came forward. He was the scarred soldier who had just pushed Chu Li down.
He took out the booklet he had prepared long ago.
"Since the Regent wants to resolve the issue peacefully, this general does not want to see a scene of piles of corpses." Wei Pangzhong instructed the scarred soldier to tell him the demands of the Nanman.
The scarred soldier raised his voice:
"First, we want the entire southern border to be ruled by the Nanman."
Chu Di Chi Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly sat up straight, crossed his fingertips, and looked at the scarred soldier.
"Second, we want a compensation of one million taels of silver as compensation for the losses incurred during the eight years of war, from the Chu State to the Nanman State."
He stared at the scarred soldier thoughtfully.
"Third, we want all goods exported from Da Chu to be exempted from all tariffs for the Nanman."
"Fourth, we need to..."
"These things you asked for are not very realistic," Chu Dichi interrupted, "Chongfeng, give them something realistic."
Chongfeng nodded.
Wei Pangzhong frowned, "What do you mean?"
Chong Feng drew out his sword, swung it down, and cut off the scarred soldier's right hand.
"ah!!"
The broken palm fell to the ground.
The booklet fell to the ground, splattered with blood, and the scarred soldier almost fainted from the pain.
His hand!
His hands!
Wei Pangzhong stood up and asked, "What do you mean?"
Because Chong Feng drew his sword, the armies of both sides suddenly became alert, their morale soared, and they collided invisibly. They only needed the commander's order to fight.
Chong Feng wiped the blood off the sword and retreated behind Chu Dichi.
Just now, it was this short-sighted soldier who pushed down the Ninth Prince!
"Don't be nervous. Does General Wei want to go to war with me just because of a small soldier? It's just that I don't like him very much." Chu Dichi crossed his legs leisurely.
Wei Pangzhong rested his hands on the table, his face full of anger:
"Is the Regent going to break up with me?"
When beating a dog, you have to look at the owner!
"A hostage is not worth that much. Nanjiang can be given to you, but you have to give the princess to Da Chu."
A princess and the return of hostages could be exchanged for the territory of southern Xinjiang.
In other words, it is a marriage.
Since ancient times, marriage has been the most common and effective way to maintain peace between two countries and avoid war.
I have sent my concubine to protect the country, but I don't know where the general is needed.
When Wei Pangzhong was about to speak angrily, a faintly laughing voice came from behind him: "If the regent can personally marry the Nanman princess as the regent consort, it will surely be the greatest sincerity in promoting peace between the two countries."
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