Luo Zhaoyun walked up to him, looked at the unparalleled Murong Ziyan, and couldn't help but tease, "Why, I'm here to find an opportunity to assassinate again. I won't succeed, you give up."

"I, I have something to tell you." Murong Ziyan bit her lower lip and said.

Luo Zhaoyun glanced at her, looked at her expression, and guessed in his heart.

"Let's talk." Luo Zhaoyun walked into the handsome account first.

Murong Ziyan then followed in with a sad face. Perhaps she had heard the fighting outside the camp and the cheers of the Sui army soldiers. She knew that Tuyuhun's cavalry might have failed. At present, Khan did not know the fate of being surrounded. If he did not break through and escape, he would be afraid that he would not be able to fly.

Several personal guards also entered the coach's tent, but Luo Zhaoyun waved his hand and asked them to wait outside the tent.

After Luo Zhaoyun entered the camp, he put down his helmet, untied the golden scale sword, removed the heavy armor and chain mail, and then sat on a square chair in tiger skin, looking up and down at Murong Ziyan.

She has a beautiful and elegant temperament, exquisite and gorgeous face, long eyelashes, and her eyes are full of spirituality, as clear as Qinghai Lake. She is wearing a Han-style royal blue plum blossom, bamboo leaves, and a long round-necked and slanted collared jacket. She is wearing a flowered blue pomegranate skirt on the lower body, and her head is tied with a common tassel bun in the Central Plains. She is lightly and slowly picked, with a flower-inlaid ivory hairpin inserted into her hair. She is no longer the poisonous hairpin used to stab her in the past few days.

A Ruyi silk ribbon was tied around her slim waist, a plain sachet was hung on it, and she was wearing deerskin boots, and she looked beautiful.

After Luo Zhaoyun looked at it, he nodded slightly. He had to say that this woman was very beautiful. Whether she was wearing a Hu skirt or a Central Plains costume, she was full of charming appearance, and seemed to be one or two more beautiful than Xiao Yiyi and Qiao Qingyue.

Of course, the main reason is that the temperament is different, because Murong Ziyan was born in the royal court and naturally had more noble spirits. Even though Xiao Yiyi and others were not much inferior to her, they lived in brothels and were influenced by their eyes and eyes, and the aura of the world was stronger, unlike Ziyan, who was covered with a layer of spiritual energy from the prairie, like a goddess in the grassland.

"Tell me, what's going on with me this time?"

Murong Ziyan hesitated for a moment, then knelt on both knees in the open space five steps in front of the table, and said to Luo Zhaoyun: "Please General Luo, let the people of Fuqi City go, let my father and mother, and my sisters and brothers in the royal court go."

Luo Zhaoyun laughed: "We seem to have talked about this topic. I don't have that much power. The Emperor of the Sui Dynasty was determined to win Tuyuhun. The Silk Road must be opened. If Tuyuhun still occupies the Qinghai Plateau, it will hinder the great planning of the Sui Dynasty!"

Murong Ziyan promised: "Can I convince my father to retreat to the southwest Qiang land, temporarily rely on Tubo, and no longer be enemies with the Great Sui?"

Luo Zhaoyun said in a cold tone: "Even if this is the case, what are the benefits for me? If I don't do it well, the court still has political enemies. Afterwards, I falsely accused me of having an affair with the enemy country and deliberately rebelled. This is possible. After all, I am in the border area with heavy troops and often aroused the emperor's suspicion. If I trade with you privately and have not gained the benefits, I may be dismissed from office and investigated, and my home is beheaded. Is it worth it?"

After hearing this, Murong Ziyan was a little stunned. She didn't expect there would be so many consequences. She thought it wasn't him who made a fool of himself?

"Then what do you want, gold, silver, jewelry and jade? If it is these, I can make a promise that I will secretly leave you with wealth."

Luo Zhaoyun laughed in his heart, is he so stupid? It’s useless to ask for some jewelry. Just turn around and pass it to the court through an envoy, and he will lose his head.

There are hidden murderous intents in this, so don’t touch what should not be taken. The game between officialdom and diplomacy may be more dangerous than the battlefield.

"I'm afraid I'll have my life and I can't spend it. Besides, I've been a general for three generations and an official for five generations. I have saved enough money. I don't care about those gold, silver and treasures."

Murong Ziyan became a little anxious and asked: "Then what do you want? Apart from those, I really couldn't think of anything else to impress you!"

Luo Zhaoyun said without comment: "So, we no longer need to negotiate a deal. Get up and wait with peace of mind when you go back. The army will besiege the city tomorrow. If you don't leave for ten days, even if Fuqi City is not broken by me, you will be trapped in the siege. No one in the city can escape."

Murong Ziyan was confused and worried, and couldn't help but say, "If General Luo can promise me to let Khan go, Ziyan is willing to be a slave, a cow and a horse, serve General Luo, and be your woman, and be your slave, and be your servant, and listen to the emperor and never break his promise."

Luo Zhaoyun sneered at the beginning of the story: "Take it down, it's like carrying a time bomb, and it may explode at any time."

Murong Ziyan was stunned. She had some fresh words, and she was not used to it and did not know the meaning. But looking at his expression, she obviously distrusts her trust, so she immediately swore with one hand: "I am willing to swear to the god of the grassland. If General Luo could let the people of Fuqi City go and not let their lives go, and could let my family go, Ziyan was willing to follow General Luo and be a slave, and never regret it. If she vowed, she would be willing to suffer the disaster of thousands of arrows piercing her heart, and would be sent to Shura Hell after death, and would never be born..."

This is a heavy oath. Tuyuhun has always believed in shamanism. In recent decades, influenced by Tibetan Buddhism, they have blended with each other. However, both shamanism and Tibetan Buddhism firmly believe that the existence of hell is deeply rooted, so she will never make a vow, which is already very heavy.

Luo Zhaoyun hesitated for a moment, feeling a little admiration for the courage and righteousness of this girl who would rather sacrifice herself in exchange for the safety of her tribe and her family.

At this time, he put away his playfulness and was considering gains and losses, because Luo Zhaoyun had sent troops since he started, and did not care whether Tuyuhun Khan was dead or alive, nor did he think that he would destroy it, but at least he would fight away, hurt him hard, and complete his mission.

"You won't make a vow?"

When Murong Ziyan heard his tone relaxed, she was a little happy and quickly promised: "Absolutely not!"
Chapter completed!