In mid-May, after many consultations between the Ming Dynasty court and the Po Nu Army, Sun Chengzong, the assistant minister of the Ming cabinet, visited Zhangjiakou and sent the emperor's commendation imperial edict to the Po Nu Army. Zhang Ping'an, the commander of the Po Nu Army, led 20,000 cavalrymen in his personal camp to greet him. The accompanying Chief of Staff Gu Xin was responsible for everything in the garrison, and Wang Qinghe, the supervisor of the newly-Zheng Zhengfu, was responsible for the documents.

The spring breeze is warm and the people are drunk, and the grass is busy with horses. The two old foxes, in the beautiful scenery of the Saibei grassland, have no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery, and meet again with their own ulterior motives. The little fox Zhang Ping'an is still so simple, wearing a blue cloth robe and black leather boots, holding a horse whip in his hand, and his shiny bald head. The old fox Sun Chengzong was wearing a satin gray robe, a blue belt, and a gray gauze hat on his head.

After both sides sat firmly to serve tea, Zhang Ping'an, with a proud expression, spoke first: "The old man is energetic and rosy. He must be very happy to fight with Wei Zhongxian! Ha...ha...ha!"

"Oh! Look at your face full of wounds, this battle must be very difficult!" Sun Chengzong's concerning words made Zhang Ping'an be prepared for a moment. It was precisely because both sides knew too much that Sun Chengzong's seemingly normal greetings made Zhang Ping'an suspicious.

"Hehehe! Old man, you are really... it's hard for us to have a foreign vassal! Because the Ming court is becoming more and more shameless now." Zhang Ping'an wanted to speak but stopped, ridiculing the hypocrisy of the Ming court in his words and did not give the Ming court any face at all.

"You boy is resentful, I know. But if the Ming Dynasty did not have the strong support given by the Slave Army before the Battle of the Slave Army, could you defeat two powerful enemies? I said you boy, be kind!" Sun Chengzong's generous moment made Zhang Ping'an feel so angry.

"I'm not kind? I dare to steal my things from the slave army if I am an individual in the Ming Dynasty! My grandfather, let me tell you clearly, you know what kind of person I am. Give you a face, the things that were robbed by Wufu Warehouse must be given before July. I will not bear the loss of Ningyuan's Batongs. At the end of July, the court will not explain it to me, and I will lead troops to the capital to perform martial arts and praise me in October!"

Sun Chengzong smiled without any attention when Zhang Ping'an threatened. After he picked up the tea bowl, he gently pulled the tea on the noodles: "Oh! Nurhaci was seriously ill in bed, and Huang Taiji is now in charge. You have a good idea to come to the capital! There is nothing in the capital, but there is no shortage of food. You'd better stay in the capital as long as possible."

Sun Chengzong was warning Zhang Ping'an, the Jurchens Huang Taiji, whom you fear the most, is now in charge of the Jurchen situation, and the city walls in the capital are solid. You can't beat them down at all. If you stay outside the capital for a long time, Huang Taiji will take out your nest.

Zhang Ping'an, who was as cunning as a wolf, couldn't hear the voice-over of the old fox. He also sat down and thought calmly. After a while, he chuckled: "Hehe, the old man is right! Why did I forget Ning Yuan? I should take back this adult account. I won't go to the capital. I will collect Ning Yuan in three days!"

The little fox is talking to the old fox. It may be difficult to fight in the capital. He can conquer Ningyuan in three days. In Zhang Ping'an's heart, it is natural to defeat the slave army's military power and threaten the court.

"Stop dreaming, boy! There is Guangning ahead of Jinzhou and Ningyuan. Are you not afraid that the Guangning Tartars will put their knife on your butt?"

"Old man, I know what Lu Xiangsheng said to you when he wrote a letter. I can go to Guangning City for one day. The Jurchens are no match for my Possess Army in the field now. I have the means to attack Lin Danhan. Let's make a bet. If I defeat Guangning one day, I can also hand over Guangning to the Ming Dynasty court to send someone to take over. The Ming Dynasty court gave me 1.5 million stones of food, and I must exchange the heads of Yuan Chonghuan and the Zu brothers! If I fight Guangning City for more than one day, I will take the Possess Army for nothing!"

Zhang Ping'an's domineering language made Sun Chengzong feel tremble. He was familiar with the terrain of Liaodong. Even if Guangning was given to the Ming Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty might not be able to defend it. The key point of defending Guangning is Xining Fort southeast of Guangning. If Xining Fort could not be defended, the Jurchen Tatars would go straight from Dujiatun to the Thirteen Mountain Post behind Guangning, and Guangning would not be able to protect it in the end.

"Boy, you are still young, so let's talk about something practical. I can give you food, how about 300,000 shi? There are too many people asking the court to enthrone the wife of the imperial court, so let's talk about some positive numbers."

"I suddenly remembered, why do I want food? It's not that I lack food now, but that the Ming border troops are suffering. As summer passes, the cold wind will rise. Their life is not easy!"

Zhang Ping'an quoted what the old fox once said, reminding Sun Chengzong that he had enough prisoners to easily exchange food from the Ming border army. The conditions you put forward by the old fox are not attractive.

"You bastard is now hard-working. Let's do this and discuss things that can be negotiated immediately. Let's talk about the others slowly!"

After hearing this, Zhang Ping'an was not polite, took out a list and a stack of confessions from his arms and handed them to the old fox. Then he pointed to the scar on his face and said, "This is the best thing to do! Henan Feidao Sect helps the evildoers to abuse them, and sent his disciples to join the Jurchen Tartars, and harmed the envoys of the Daming Pound City Xuanfu. According to the Ming Dynasty's laws, the three tribes of slaves were connected. I prepared a thousand Jurchen officers for the Long Live Taimiao. Old man, I'm generous!"

Zhang Ping'an exchanged 400 men, women, young and old men in the name of offering prisoners in exchange for the flying knife gate. No matter which dynasty, political transactions are always dirty and bloody, especially small people without background and status, which are most likely to be sacrificed by big people in political transactions. Sure enough, Sun Chengzong, a senior of the cabinet of the Ming Dynasty, nodded without hesitation to recognize the transaction.

"You want the Jinshi you were granted the Jinshi in the second year of Tianqi in Daming. The court will appoint him as the Minister of the Ponucheng Xuanwei envoy. I heard that you saved the prince of Dai, which is a great thing. After hearing this, the emperor was so happy that he couldn't sleep for several days."

The old fox Sun Chengzong wanted to replace the prince of the king with Song Yingxing. In the eyes of the high-ranking officials of the court, the prince of the king represents the face of the Zhu family's court. He was a Jinshi who was relied on sympathy and was ignored by the court.

"The Ming Dynasty court is really stingy. Lu Jian is fighting against great talent. I will recommend it to the court. Lu Xiangsheng leads the commander of the Xuanwei envoy of the Po Nucheng Xuanwei envoy, and Song Yingxing makes up for the Assistant of the Po Nucheng Xuanwei envoy. Old man, what is the most lacking in the Ming Dynasty? Talent!"

Sun Chengzong did not fully agree with this. He said that Lu Xiangsheng was a great talent, but this is not enough. He himself was a genuine Jinshi. As for Song Yingxing, the great talent in the mouth of the little fox Zhang Ping'an, he had specialized in the examination and had no talent to save the world. Perhaps Song Yingxing, the temper of the little fox, has such a person, since the little fox Zhang Ping'an feels that he is talented, let Song Yingxing play with Zhang Ping'an in the Posou City.

Seeing the negotiations go smoothly, Sun Chengzong had the idea of ​​delivering the imperial seal. He speculated in his heart that the little fox Zhang Ping'an did not value the jade seal, otherwise he would not have reported the matter solemnly to the court. Judging from the little fox's performance in this matter, Zhang Ping'an did not necessarily want to establish an independent vassal state.

"As for your recommendations to Jiandou and Song Yingxing, I think it makes sense. When I report to the emperor, I will issue an imperial edict! The Po Slave Army suffered a great loss in this battle. On behalf of the court, I plan to sell you 500,000 stones of grain and 500,000 jin of sulfur to you, and deliver it before the winter begins."

At this moment, the old fox suddenly threw out so many things, and the only thing he wanted was the imperial seal. Seeing that the old fox was anxious, the little fox Zhang Ping'an was no longer anxious.

"It's no point to give it to me after the autumn. One million stones are raised before the summer, and I will pay one million taels of silver. I will destroy the slave city Xuanwei envoy's office in Beijing. As long as I don't rebel, I will not be bullied."

Zhang Ping'an was asking for extraterritorial rights to the yamen stationed in Beijing, and at the same time he paid for food to test Sun Chengzong's tolerance. Because he only paid 30% of the money, he wanted to buy all the food. As a veteran in the officialdom, Sun Chengzong of course heard the subtext of the little fox's request. What made Sun Chengzong even more difficult was that Zhang Ping'an did not want to ask for anything for him from beginning to end.

"Jiandou wrote to me that Chen Liang, the Prime Minister of the Civil Affairs Office of Ponucheng, is a talented person in handling civil affairs. Why don't you give him a position in Xuanwei Envoy?"

Zhang Ping'an sighed in his heart, "Old Fox Master." He clearly wanted to ask me why I didn't want a higher position, but Napoleon Citizen Prime Minister Chen Liang said things. Zhang Ping'an did not rush to answer, picked up the tea bowl and slowly savored it. After he put down the tea bowl, he smiled at Sun Chengzong: "The Ming Dynasty court is getting more and more generous now. Even the rebellion is covered!"

Until this time, Sun Chengzong, the elder of the Ming Pavilion, had to admire that the little fox now grew into a big fox. He could no longer easily control the rhythm of the conversation between them. In the past, Zhang Ping'an was no longer his opponent in this regard. Now in terms of momentum, Zhang Ping'an is no longer Wu Xia Among. Perhaps Zhang Ping'an is still a little tender today. Ten years later, no one in the Ming Dynasty will be able to subdue this grassland fox wolf.

"I know your kid's plan. As long as I'm here, don't think about attacking Liaodong! This way, Zu Dabi is damn, it's a damn explanation. What about you! I'll give you a slight face, so don't bite the rest of the Liaodong people! How about I compensate with other things in a few days?"

Sun Chengzong, the elder of the Ming Pavilion, was preparing to sacrifice a Ningyuan guerrilla Zu Dabi who was unreasonable and caused trouble, so as to protect the entire Zu Dashou clan. As long as the Liaodong Zu family was protected, the Jinning defense line would be preserved. As for the Liaodong military preparatory Yuan Chonghuan, Sun Chengzong was just around the corner and didn't even mention it. His attitude was: I can only let Zu Dabi die alone, and you little fox don't even think about the others!
Chapter completed!