Outside the pavilion, the Blood-Clothed Marquis and the three generals were waiting, with calm expressions and no emotions. They all knew that this confrontation would be long. Each decision of the two people in the pavilion would affect the future direction of the two dynasties.

The situation has become very clear since the Northern Meng royal court and Daxia fight to this day. In the overall situation, Northern Meng is obviously dominant, so it is the Northern Meng who takes the initiative in this negotiation.

Fan Lingyue pushed Daxia to a precarious situation with one hand. This time, Emperor Xia was assassinated, which made the thousand-year-old dynasty fall apart.

Ning Chen knew very well in his heart that Emperor Xia’s death was absolutely inseparable from Fan Lingyue. This stab was too fierce and too timely.

At that time, if Emperor Xia had died on that mountain, Daxia would not have reached this point today.

At that time, the two princes had not yet full, and Emperor Xia fell off the cliff and disappeared. No one could be sure whether they were alive or dead. Most of the powerful and powerful people in the court chose to wait and see and did not dare to stand easily.

Now, the third prince and the tenth prince have become a great opportunity, and their power is spread throughout the court and the country. If it is to be cut off, Daxia will inevitably be damaged.

Human nature is greedy, and sometimes everything can be done for that dragon throne.

Fan Lingyue is best at grasping people's hearts and pushes Daxia step by step into the sea of ​​fire. Daxia can't avoid it and can only hold on.

In the pavilion, the two of them had their own thoughts, but on the surface they were still calm, making tea and tasting tea, and having a peaceful life.

In addition to being enemies, they have also been friends in the past.

"How does it taste?" Fan Lingyue asked softly.

"The entrance is slightly bitter, the aftertaste is sweet, and the tea is good," Ning Chen commented.

"This tea comes from Yunwu Mountain in Beimeng. The environment is cold and cold, so the tea produced is also unique." Fan Lingyue poured a cup of tea again, pushed it to Ning Chen, and explained.

"I really didn't expect that you have such extraordinary achievements in the tea art of the Central Plains." Ning Chen sighed. Tea art is easy to learn but not easy to be refined, and it requires a lot of time and energy to practice. However, this law seems to have no effect on Fan Lingyue. He really wants to know what else in the world is something that this woman can't do.

When she heard Ning Chen's praise, Fan Lingyue smiled faintly. She learned the culture of the Central Plains for nothing else, but just to better understand this beautiful land and know herself and the enemy, so that she could never win a hundred battles.

"Mingyue is okay?" Fan Lingyue asked while lowering her head and making tea.

"You can eat and sleep, but you can't be better," Ning Chen replied.

"Then I'll be relieved." Fan Lingyue responded lightly and then continued, "I really didn't expect you to break into the palace of Beimeng and rob Mingyue. Fortunately, Emperor Xia is dead, so we are tied."

"You sent Concubine Wan, right?" Ning Chen asked.

"En" Fan Lingyue did not deny it.

"Who is she?" Ning Chen expressed his doubts that he had never dared to confirm.

"Love in the parents and daughters, love is without traces," Fan Lingyue answered honestly.

"It turns out to be so." Ning Chen sighed in his heart. When he was in the capital of the Northern Meng King, he heard that the daughter of the love family had not appeared for nine years and did not take it seriously at that time. It was not until Emperor Xia was assassinated that he remembered this incident again. The time when Qing Wuhen disappeared was too coincidental with the time when Concubine Wan entered the palace, which was suspicious no matter how she looked at it.

"The army behind you is too close to Beichui City. Mingyue is afraid of noise, so you should retreat a little." Ning Chen took a sip of tea and said naturally.

"How much to withdraw?" Fan Lingyue poured another cup for him and asked.

"It's still like the time, two hundred miles," Ning Chen thought for a while and said.

"Yes, but I want to see Mingyue," Fan Lingyue said.

Ning Chen did not agree immediately and delayed, "This matter is a bit troublesome, I need to consider it."

He must be cautious and cautious about the woman in front of him. Now, Xiao Mingyue is his only advantage and cannot tolerate any gap.

"When you think about it, the Northern Mongolian army will retreat. Of course, it will be limited to three days," Fan Lingyue said calmly.

Ning Chen nodded. He needed to prepare in case of any accident.

"I would like to remind you that the old monks in the southwest are about to be unable to sit still. You also know that if those monks stop meditating and chanting scriptures, it will be really not a good thing for Daxia." At this moment, Fan Lingyue suddenly changed the topic.

Hearing this, Ning Chen slammed his hand holding the cup suddenly. This was a huge matter. Once the old monk took action, the southwestern border of Daxia would probably not be able to save it. Although the strength of the Marquis of Wangchuan was second only to Marquis of Triumph, it was not enough to compete with a innate powerhouse in the Three Disaster Realm.

Du'er Temple is not just a temple. It is a Buddhist country with more than ten thousand disciples, which is extremely difficult to deal with.

"Fan Lingyue, if you drive away tigers and wolfs like this, you will sooner or later get angry." Ning Chen's face gradually calmed down and he warned.

"You don't have to worry about this. Since I have the ability to drive a tiger, I can also have the power to kill a tiger. You should think carefully about how to tell your queen about this." Fan Lingyue said unmoved.

Ning Chen's eyes were hard to hide his worries. Changsun had already worked hard for the things in the imperial city alone. If there were any problems in the southwest of Daxia, Changsun might really be unable to hold on.

"With Lingyue, you have brought so many wars to the world. Even if you win the war, what if you suffer, the people of two dynasties will eventually suffer." Ning Chen sighed softly.

"There are all kinds of things in life, first bitter and then sweet. How can you cherish sweetness without suffering? Just like this tea, if it is sweet in your mouth, it will be just a savory aftertaste," Fan Lingyue said lightly.

"But life is not about tasting tea after all, and it may not be willing to end the bitterness. You cannot decide the life of others," Ning Chen said in a deep voice.

Fan Lingyue glanced at the former, and a sarcasm flashed across her beautiful face, "In this world, the strong have always dominated the weak. Do you think that everyone can decide their own destiny?"

Ning Chen was silent and had no answer.

Fan Lingyue stood up, looked at the distant south with her eyes, and continued to say, "The weak depend on the strong, and the strong depend on the stronger. This is the nature of human beings. There is no absolute fairness in the world, and the weak cannot want anything. What they need is a strong man who can guide them. Since they have something to ask for, they will naturally have to pay the price."

Speaking of this, Fan Lingyue turned sideways, looked at Ning Chen, and said calmly, "Marquis Zhiming, what do you think the title given to you by Emperor Xia is meant? He wants you to know your fate and see yourself clearly. In Emperor Xia, you are just a servant. Even if you have talent, you cannot get rid of your identity as a slave. Emperor Xia is a strong man, so he has the right to do this, and you can only accept it."

Ning Chen sighed softly, he could not refute that everything Lingyue said was a fact, and there was nothing to be quibbling.

Fan Lingyue saw everything very thoroughly, but she was also very indifferent to everything. She only valued the final result. As for the process in between, it was meaningless to her.

Just like the millions of civilians in Yanguicheng, their death was just because Fan Lingyue was unwilling to waste too much troops in Yanguicheng, and massacre was the easiest and most effective way.

Such things have also happened in Chinese history. In the most powerful Yuan Dynasty, the Mongolian cavalry also slaughtered the city many times because there was no extra force left.

He could not refute Fan Lingyue's actions, but he could not agree with them.

Different ideas are the main reason why they go further and further.

"Fan Lingyue, I admit that I can't convince you, but I will do my best to stop you." Ning Chen stood up, looked at the beautiful but ruthless face of the woman in front of him, and said seriously.

"I hope you can do it," Fan Lingyue said calmly.

The atmosphere of the conversation was already stiff, and it was meaningless to continue talking. Ning Chen held his fists and said goodbye, turning around and leaving.

After a while today, the negotiations have just begun. Even so, the information he received is enough for Changsun to have a headache.

He was surprised when he met the little bald donkey in Beimeng before, but he didn't expect that Fan Lingyue really pulled Du'er Temple into the war.

After Ning Chen left, in the pavilion, Fan Lingyue picked up a cup of tea. Just as she was about to drink it, she suddenly coughed violently, and the tea dyed red, and it instantly turned red.

If possible, she really wanted to borrow another ten years from heaven, then she would be 100% sure to conquer a huge dynasty for Beimeng.

On the other hand, after Ning Chen returned to Beichui City, he immediately wrote a letter to the imperial city after writing today's work, especially the Du'er Temple, and repeatedly warned Changsun to be careful to deal with it.

There are trained Xinying in the army, which is extremely fast and can deliver messages in one day.

He didn't know if it was still time, but he had to tell Changsun to know about this.

Daxia is not without the host of Du'er Temple. At least two people know about him. However, whether he can persuade him depends on Changsun's ability.

If no one wants to force a monster like this, no one can force them to do anything. The ninth-grade strong man can still die with the number of people, but the only one who can stop Tiantian is the only one who is innate.

Xiao Mingyue was waiting quietly on the side. After seeing Ning Chen finishing his work, she came over and pulled the latter's sleeve.

Ning Chen then remembered that Xiao Mingyue was still waiting for the result, so he smiled apologetically and told the little girl in detail about the negotiation conditions between him and Fan Lingyue.

"Do you want to see her?" After saying that, Ning Chen rubbed Xiao Mingyue's hair and asked.

"Think" Mingyue responded honestly.

She grew up under the care of Sister Lingyue since she was a child. Unfortunately, they have never had the chance to meet again since the war between the two dynasties began.

"I need to prepare. Your sister Lingyue is so powerful. I'm afraid she will be taken away by her as soon as she took you out." As she spoke, Ning Chen felt helpless. He suffered enough losses in Fan Lingyue's hands and had to be more careful.

Mingyue didn't answer. She was very conflicted now. She didn't know whether she should be waiting for her to be rescued by Sister Lingyue.

Although she was a hostage, the bad guys treated her very well and even tried their best to protect her. Moreover, she felt more and more that this war should not be fought any longer.

She did not expect that Bei Meng could defeat Da Xia, but only hoped that all the soldiers of Bei Meng could return to their territory safely.
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