"Bang!"

Moju felt a pain in his cheek, and he was pressed to the ground without reacting anything-

"What are you doing? Being presumptuous!"

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Then there was the sound of the knife being sheathed. Moju was pressed to the ground hard, and a hand with a calluse pinched his neck. The force was so wonderful that he couldn't move, so he could only breathe hard. The feeling of suffocation was permeating the chest. The voice of the young general who he thought was more beautiful than a woman was in his ear. There was no pretending to be fierce, but only calm: "If the prince really wants to negotiate, then negotiate well, otherwise we can continue to fight between the two armies and see who wins and who loses!"

Moju turned his head hard, unwilling to be controlled by others, but he was pressed firmly and could not move at all. Although the boy's tone was calm, he had a feeling that the boy really wanted to kill him and could kill him, and even wanted to kill more Turks.

After negotiations these days, the boy smiled every time, but his eyes were inadvertently slid towards the necks and fatal keys of the Turks. The boy didn't like them and didn't want to talk to them at all. But he was restraining and restraining his original intention. This boy was not like the Tang people he had dealt with before. He was like a ferocious beast pretending to be gentle, ready at any time, and jumped up whenever he had the chance and bite all his enemies to death. The Han scholar caught in the tribe had said a word before, "It's not appropriate to use it on the young general, but it's about the same meaning. The boy is very confident in himself, not blind, and powerful."

The most important thing is that he is so young and his youthful temperament reminds Moju of Cheng Wuting, a general of the Tang Dynasty he met when he was young when he was fighting with his father Khan. That powerful man obviously defeated his father and was able to stop the Turkic children from crying at night. After his death, he asked the Turks to drink and celebrate, but his father Khan ordered a temple for him and ordered people to worship him. His father Khan said that Cheng Wuting was a powerful enemy that people could respect and a hero.

Zhang Changzong naturally did not know Moju's complex mood. At the same time, he was pointed at by more than twenty knives. He did not frown. His eyes glanced around with a sense of oppression. He hummed slightly, let go of Moju, stood up calmly, and sat back to his seat. He surrounded him with a circle of Turkic soldiers holding the knife. He was intimidated by his momentum. None of them dared to cut him.

Di Renjie put down the teacup with great tacit understanding. It seemed that he had time to speak at this moment, and his eyebrows were slightly drooping: "Prince Moju thinks he is tired, so he will come here today so that the prince will know. I have an order to go to Your Majesty. If you want to talk, please ask your party to take out the regulations as soon as possible. If you don't want to talk, don't waste time unnecessary. Some words need not be said, and you will know the difference on the battlefield in the future. Goodbye."

Zhang Changzong also said: "Di Xiang's words are Zhang's thoughts. My Tang Dynasty has millions of troops. There are still countless people under His Majesty's rule that are willing to sacrifice their lives, shed their blood, protect the national border, and fight and reconcile. How to reconcile? Prince Moju please think about it carefully. Please!"

After saying that, he went out with Di Renjie and had no intention of continuing to talk.

"prince?"

The follower looked at Prince Moju respectfully, and saw the redness and swollenness between his neck, his eyes flashed with anger: "Prince, let's fight with Datang again!"

Prince Moju turned his head and glared at him: "I have said a long time ago that the Han court is not the Tang Dynasty, but the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the female emperor is in power."

"Uh... But the prince lets go of the offending person like this?"

"What's the hurry, let's talk about it when you go back."

The follower then stepped down.

In the next few days, the Han prime minister and general did not come to negotiate. The spies sent to report that the Han army was preparing for war, and it seemed that they were preparing for war. Mo Ju didn't say a word, but just made the man run back to Shacheng quickly.

A few days later, the Turkic side sent another envoy to request the resumption of negotiations, saying that the negotiations will surely come to fruition. This time, the Turkic side came with sincerity.

Di Renjie thought about it and took people there. Zhang Changzong sent Zhang Wenying and Huawei to protect him, but he stayed. While training troops, he arranged for the transfer of prisoners.

It was getting dark and Di Renjie didn't come back. When he met Zhang Changzong, the knowledgeable old man looked happy, because most of the intentions had been reached in the negotiations, and now there are only details of the negotiations left.

Although he looked excited, but obviously overthinking and in poor spirits, he went to rest. Zhang Changzong also thoughtfully asked someone to prepare a bowl of medicinal soup for him. After the old man's personal servant served him and drank it, Zhang Changzong returned to his tent.

When night fell, Zhang Changzong sat quietly for a while, looked at the time, picked up the scissors and cut the candle flowers three times, then turned off the candles and waited quietly-

"Chirr!"

"Squeak!"

The birds and the mouse cries sounded outside the camp. Zhang Changzong coughed, turned over and sat up from the couch, took out a small box from the pillow, opened and took out the fluorescent stone inside, and in the faint fluorescence, the three of them met: "I'll pay homage to my husband."

Zhang Changzong nodded, helped the two of them up, and sat on the couch together. Zhang Changzong said, "The negotiation should be a few days away. After the negotiation is completed, the prisoner exchange ceremony will officially begin. What about you? How are you prepared?"

Zhang Lou and Zhang Ya looked at each other and said in unison: "Please rest assured, we have been in the prisoner camp for so many days and we already know it in our hearts."

Zhang Changzong looked at the two of them with a burning look, with a solemn expression: "Very good, I hope you know that for me, no matter how big the matter is, it is not as important as your life. If you have the chance, it will be better to do things. If you cannot do anything, saving your life is the best. Do you understand?"

Zhang Lou knelt on one knee: "Don't worry, my husband, my subordinates understand."

Zhang Changzong sighed and raised his hand to touch his head. Although the two were about the same age, his actions similar to those of his elders did not disgust Zhang Lou, but instead looked admirable.

Zhang Ya looked at her twin brother with envy, and looked at her twin brother with a slight jealousy, and asked, "Langjun, has Brother Arong recruited a new child?"

Speaking of A Rong, Zhang Changzong couldn't help but look forward to his expression, but unfortunately, "A Rong has not yet sent any news and is still walking on the border. Last year, 100,000 people were killed by the Turks. There are too many orphans and disabled people. A Rong is the most kind-hearted, you know."

Zhang Ya nodded in agreement, and Zhang Lou said calmly: "I hope Brother Arong can recruit more people. Sister Xiu'er needs a large number of sailors and soldiers. The elite team here of Langjun is too weak. In the best state, Langjun's men can be expanded to between 300 and 500. Sailors and soldiers can meet the needs of all management positions in the future, so that is safe."

Zhang Changzong smiled and nodded, saying, "You are right, but you don't need to worry about these things now. What you should worry about now is to make careful preparations and protect yourself and Aya."

"Don't worry, my husband, I have some questions."

The three of them talked for a while, and Zhang Ya and Zhang Lou left quietly.

A few days later, Di Renjie finally reached an agreement with the Turks, and the prisoner exchange agreement was reached in a one-for-one manner. The Turks could match the number of cattle and horses in the short term.
Chapter completed!