The meeting ended, it was already late at night.

Yun Xun sat alone in a silent seat on the long table, falling into deep thoughts alone.

Ning Yi, Chen Yuanjun, Qian Shang, and three people were walking on the snowy night in Tiandu. The Information Department had arranged the residences of the guests from the General's Mansion.

The wind and snow are vast.

"Xiao Ning."

Chen Yuanjun rarely called Ning Yi such a "intimate" title, which made Ning Yi a little confused and stared at his senior brother in a daze.

"You have more courage than I thought."

Chen Yuanjun spoke quietly and said, "The Urle Plateau...is the result of making plans when the demon tribe is in the world. Have you already thought about the deployment after you come back?"

Ning Yi smiled embarrassedly and said frankly: "This is not... I didn't think so much on the grassland. It's a great part of luck to get to this point today."

He roughly told the origin of the mask and hid the secret that he could not tell.

In fact, the content of this negotiation is very simple.

After Ning Yi showed off the mask of the Lion Heart King and the identity of the Grand Lord of the Grassland, Yun Xun promised Ning Yi that he would do his best to support Ning Yi as the head of the Grand Secretary.

If we say that the meeting between the two people in Lingshan is just a preliminary familiarity, understanding, and building trust.

Then this time, a reliable ally relationship was truly established.

Yun Xun made his own choice.

Ning Yi also gave him a way out. If the prince really wanted to settle with him, Ning Yi would go through the channels of the general's mansion and send Yun Xun away from the Great Sui Dynasty.

If this "fier tide" ends, Yun Xun is willing to stay in the Sui Dynasty, and Ning Yi respects his wishes... Of course, this possibility is slim. No one is a fool. The prince's attitude towards the Intelligence Department is very clear, and now there is only one step left to shine a knife.

Even if the Intelligence Department is not abandoned, there will be a major change.

There are not many days when Yun Xun truly has "real power".

"Ning Yi, secretly sending arms, supplies, and opening secret passages to the grasslands from abroad... Each of these actions is a serious crime that violates the iron law." Qian Shangjun suddenly lowered his voice and spoke quietly, "The General's Mansion is now in the same situation as Tiandu. You really don't treat yourself as an outsider. Do these things for you. Senior brother is going to take the blame."

Ning Yi was silent for a moment and asked softly: "Mr. Pei Min is stationed in the northern border. Have you ever violated the laws of the Great Sui Dynasty for so many years?"

Qian Shangjun was stunned.

"Imperial Power wants to kill someone, there is no need to see if he violates the law."

"And now, living is more important than anything else."

Ning Yi looked at the second gentleman in the General's Mansion calmly and said, "If one day, Senior Brother Chen Yuan can survive, I think you may even be able to take the North King's Banner to the south. So what's wrong with this matter now?"

Mr. Second was stunned at first.

Ning Yi said it well.

If the prince explicitly ordered Zhe to kill his senior brother, he would really be able to lead the cavalry to rebel south.

Qian Shangjun doesn’t care about any law at all.

But at this moment he suddenly laughed and said in a cold tone: "Don't worry, the General's Mansion will do what he promised you before. But you have to make it clear that doing these is just because I believe in the choice of my senior brother."

He gritted his teeth, was extremely unwilling to speak.

"My teacher has been stationed in the northern border for decades, and has been in a prosperous life, without fear of powerful enemies. He has never done such a fawning thing... If one day, those grassland barbarians will not appreciate the military, I will not spare you."

Ning Yi sighed in his heart.

He can understand Qian Shangjun very well.

In the Great Sui world, almost no one has visited the Urle Plateau, and no one knows it... The combat effectiveness of the Eight Kings Banners is undoubtedly. After all, both worlds are negotiating with the grassland, trying to gain the support of a middle-level force. The Great Sui world has a very firm attitude towards the outside world.

If you cannot obtain support from the grassland, you will destroy the grassland together with the demon clan.

The prejudice between the two worlds is very deep.

Not me

The clans will have different hearts - those deserted people on the plateau are carrying half of the bloodline of the demon race and humans. No matter which world they seek to join, they will not be truly recognized.

This is why Qian Shangjun has his current attitude.

Ning Yi held the huge force of the grassland, but lacked advanced military and resources. He relied on negotiations with Lingshan... and swallowed some of the prince's supplies.

"Ning can guarantee his own head. Even if there is no such armament, if the two worlds start war one day, the grassland will always stand on the side of the general's mansion."

Ning Yi stood firm.

He repeated again, saying, "It's not on the Great Sui side, but on the General's Mansion."

The Great Sui Dynasty... means imperial power.

And the General's Mansion is not.

Qian Shangjun's eyes fluctuated, and finally he was speechless, and said softly with some sadness: "I believe in the choice of senior brother."

Chen Yuanjun never spoke from beginning to end.

He seemed to be thinking during the entire negotiation, but he never expressed his opinions, remarks, positions, or identity, as he was the most central figure in the entire conference.

He gave Ning Yi great respect.

Ning Yi saw all these

Arrived at the intersection of the road.

Ning Yi stopped, looked at Chen Yuanjun, and spoke very seriously word by word.

"Senior brother... thank you."

Chen Yuanjun nodded softly, waved his hand, and turned around and left with his junior brother.

...

...

"Senior Brother."

After parting, Qian Shangjun couldn't help but speak, "Will the General's Mansion be too aggressive if he chooses this way?"

In the heavy snow, Chen Yuanjun stopped, stretched out a hand, and gently wiped the snow chips from the sable tail.

He spoke in a very light voice.

"What if I die one day, what should I do in the North?"

The sound of this sentence is very light, but Chen Yuanjun even used the secret technique of soul.

Qian Shangjun's pupils contracted and his thinking stagnated.

Chen Yuanjun looked at his junior brother deeply.

The two of them stood in the heavy snow, the north wind blew, and the sound of the sound of the sound, but in the end they were just silent.

"Look, junior brother." Chen Yuanjun smiled, stretched out a hand, patted Qian Shang on the shoulder, and said, "I gave you a chance, but you don't have the courage to say what you want to say."

Qian Shangjun's expression was very dazed and even a little lost.

At the moment when he was stagnant, countless thoughts flew through his mind, dancing wildly like an electric shock.

What if one day the senior brother dies...

At first he didn't believe that Chen Yuan would leave, as if he didn't believe that his master would die... But a tragedy had already occurred ten years ago, so he began to force himself to face it.

The general's mansion, the Great Wall of the North, the will of the master, and the ambitions of generations.

He wanted to say that he would take on all this...but when the words came to his mouth, they turned into silence.

In the end, only bitterness remained in my heart.

"There are always people who have to try to bear these weights." Chen Yuanjun whispered: "I decided to give Ning Yi a chance. From the moment he dispatched the iron cavalry to fight the demon clan, he decided to pick him up, he deserved this opportunity."

Qian Shangjun murmured: "Yes... you are right..."

He stretched out a hand, and the snow falling from his palm turned into heat. He wiped his face hard, couldn't see clearly, and gritted his teeth and said, "I understand."

"Yeah... I'm back."

Chen Yuanjun yawned and walked towards the inn alone with his hands.

Qian Shangjun was still standing in the snow. He looked at his senior brother's back as he walked away, but did not follow... His vision became inexplicably blurred, and he recalled the dark night many years ago in his mind.

The night of blood in heaven, the night when the master died.

The sky collapsed.

The senior brother at that time had similar cultivation and realm as himself now.

One person resisted everything-

thousand

Shangjun fell into inner entanglement and painful reflection.

The snow chips in his palm burned and turned into hot flames. Pei Min's words of teachings many years ago were lingering in his ears.

"The endless northern border... is not the flying swords, crossbows, and iron cavalry of the General's Mansion."
To be continued...