Mrs. Liang smiled at their shadows under the moonlight, tugged at her clothes, and quietly returned to her room. Two middle-aged men sat on the kitchen roof, pumpkin seeds in hand, munching on them while gazing at the moon and sighing. Li Yan, in particular, was a highly competent King of Shu, and his rule was improving year by year; but when it came to matters of the heart, he was like a child.
They say it's not wine that makes you drunk, it's you who makes you drunk. Seeing that Li Yan had eaten too many melon seeds and his brain was confused, Duke Liang said, "Alas, I'm really jealous of you now. Not only do you have a daughter and son-in-law by your side, and your granddaughter is adorable, but I wonder how my Feng Lai is doing in Qingliang Valley."
Duke Liang teased, "Oh, now you remember that you have a daughter married to Liang State? If you miss her, I will have Chen Xin arrange for someone to send you, this big trouble, to Qingliang Valley tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Li Yan rolled his eyes at Duke Liang and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, what's the rush? You're saying I'm jealous, but you're clearly just afraid of me, afraid I'll take your wife away."
"You dare!"
Li Yan smiled. He was really bold. "When I first came here, I did have this thought. After so many years without contact, when I received her letter, I thought she had finally come to her senses and decided to return to Shu. I didn't expect her to be so humble and beg me for you. You know, now, whenever I think of my best friend stealing my fiancée, I feel so bad."
These old stories really hit home with Duke Liang: "Regarding this matter, I can only say that fate is wonderful. There are some things you can't control. She and I are inseparable in this life. When we pass away, she will be buried in my Liang family's ancestral tomb, and she will still be with me forever."
Li Yan threw the melon seed shells in his hand at Duke Liang and said with disgust, "Look at you, a mean person, you are so successful. I despise you the most."
Duke Liang didn't hide his gaze. He felt a surge of emotion as he looked at the melon seed shells on his body. "...Alas, I'm actually quite incompetent. I'm already so old, and I still worry my wife and daughter. Unlike you, you manage the vast Shu Kingdom in perfect order. Your harem is well-controlled, yet peaceful."
Li Yan said, "I also want someone to worry about me like this, but most of my sons hope that I will die soon. As you said, there are too many things that we cannot control. In my next life, if I can choose, I must be a wealthy and idle person."
When Duke Liang came out, he really thought Li Yan had something important to discuss with him. Now, seeing that he had laid so much groundwork, it seemed that he really just wanted to complain to him. He stood up, dusted off the sunflower seed shells on his body and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at you. Okay, I don't want to listen to you complaining in the middle of the night. If you have something to say, say it. If not, I'm going back to bed."
Before he could finish his words, the Duke of Liang had already climbed up the ladder and was about to go down. Li Yan grabbed the ladder and threatened, "Old Liang, you must take good care of her!"
Duke Liang lay on the ladder, neither going up nor down, afraid that Li Yan would playfully pull it apart. "Nonsense! If it wasn't me who took care of you all these years, then who did? I'm warning you, don't move. If you do, I'll fall. My little granddaughter will fly over from Qingliang Valley and pluck out all your beard!"
After Duke Liang left, Li Yan sat alone on the roof, munching on melon seeds and gazing at the moon. He had been very opposed to Feng Lai marrying Wang Yanzhou, but he couldn't persuade her. He naturally knew what his child was thinking: "Feng Lai, you chose your own path. I hope you won't regret it."
... Meanwhile, the letter from Shi Zairong arrived at Qingliang Valley within a few days. Wang Yanzhou briefly explained the contents of Shi Zairong's letter to everyone and said, "South Vietnam's stance is clear. Next, we need to finalize the peace negotiations. What are your opinions?"
Zhong Qin stated that Shi Zairong's attitude was clearly reflected in the letter, but he couldn't represent all of South Vietnam. Especially for something this serious, the seal of the South Vietnamese emperor should at least be present. "Although Shi Zairong was the Grand Tutor of South Vietnam, he wasn't the emperor. Could he be lying if he just said peace talks?"
Yan Shaoqing also said, "What Zhong Qin said makes sense. According to the Qilin Guards, they haven't even sent any information out, let alone contacted South Vietnam. If we rashly go there and fall into their trap, the consequences won't be resolved with just a few words."
Wang Nianqing, a calm advocate of war, also expressed his stance, "Although Shi Zairong's move is to negotiate peace, in reality, he just hopes to reach a temporary reconciliation with Daliang. After the matter of the living dead is dealt with, he can continue to fight us."
As soon as these words were spoken, the discussion in the meeting room gradually increased, and many people even shouted, "The undead issue was caused by the South Vietnamese. It's their business to solve it. What does it have to do with us?"
"I agree with that!"
As everyone expressed their opinions, the meeting room was bustling with activity. Tang Chen, who had originally received news that South Vietnam was negotiating peace and felt she could finally be of use, was very excited. After arriving at the military camp with Wang Yanzhou, she could only smile as she sat in the meeting room. These men were really loud, and she couldn't even find a chance to interrupt!
Hong Yu saw that although Tang Chen had been sitting there in a dignified and dignified manner with a smile on his face and not saying anything, he seemed to be very nervous.
Originally, Hong Yu wanted to say something to Tang Chen, asking her to relax and not be so nervous. But he just sat there with a blank smile on his face, no one knew what he was thinking, and he didn't even acknowledge her existence. Sitting there like that was boring, and figuring Fang Zheng didn't have anything to do with her, Hong Yu quietly left to find some quiet time.
After a very intense inner struggle, Tang Chen rubbed his stiff face, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Um, is there anyone listening to me?"
Amidst the voices of the rough men, the woman's voice was particularly harsh. Wang Yanzhou hadn't wanted Tang Chen to get involved in this matter, but he had already promised her that, so there was nothing he could do. Seeing that she had been silent just now, he thought she had given up on discussing it with everyone. Well, since she wanted this opportunity, if he didn't give it to her, she would have no place to stand when she returned to the palace. "...The princess seems to have something to say. Everyone, please be quiet for a moment."
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