After half a stick of incense, the palace gate was still open. However, the fog was too strong when a sedan chair passed far away. Wang Qiu squinted his eyes to see clearly that it was a Lanni sedan chair. The two sedan chairmen walked slowly, and the sedan chair was swaying squeakingly. After a while, the sedan chair was slowly lowered and the curtain was lifted. The prince's tutor Zhao Zhili walked out of the sedan chair. Zhao Zhili held a book and looked solemn. He obviously saw Wang Qiu. The two of them had met each other, so they nodded.

"The uncle came early. It seems that it is not time for court yet." Wang Qiu went up to meet him, and the generals behind him also calmed down. The civil and military paths were different. The Ming Dynasty once implemented a policy of suppressing military affairs with civil servants. Although the status of military officers has been improved, they always feel that they are so short in front of civil servants. What's more, the person in front of him is the adoptive father of the current queen and the uncle of the prince, so naturally no one makes a noise.

Zhao Zhili nodded: "Just like General Wang, Zhao is here to welcome the prince out of the palace."

Wang Qiu's expression was suffocated, and his smiling face suddenly froze: "What? The uncle of the country also went to the military camp for training?"

Zhao Zhili received news from the harem last night that the prince was going to the military camp to have a morning exercise. Then several officials with good looks came to visit. Many people were worried about the prince sending him to the military camp. On the surface, he just asked the prince to exercise, but it also showed the emperor's intention to value martial arts. Moreover, the prince was young and there would inevitably be bumps and bumps when he was with those martial artists. Therefore, everyone discussed it all night and decided to let Zhao Zhili come forward. Zhao Zhili accompanied him. Zhao Zhili naturally agreed and arrived early in the morning.

Wang Qiu looked amused and crying, but he had no choice but to say, "It's good that this is the case. With the national uncle here, we are not able to do anything to take care of us."

At this time, the palace gate slowly opened, and several eunuchs who were half awake in their dreams worked together to push open the palace gate, followed by a team of great Han generals from the Pacification Department.

Wang Qiu and Zhao Zhi finished the conversation and stood solemnly by the palace gate. After a while, a voice finally came from the palace wall: "The Empress is here."

A series of people came from the palace, carrying a big red carriage. Sitting under the canopy was Qu Ci, wearing a phoenix-clothed red hairpin, while Zhu Ciyan was lying in Qu Ci's arms, closing his eyes half-dream and half-awake, sometimes wrinkling his nose and obviously not awake.

"Zhao Zhili welcomes the phoenix, and the empress is a thousand years old." Zhao Zhili does not need to kneel down, and owing slightly is considered a tribute.

"Welcome to the thousand years of Empress." The generals and officials from Wang Qiu were full of energy and roared together and half knelt down.

This sound was like a bolt from the blue in the quiet morning, which scared Qu Ci and a group of palace servants. Even Zhu Ciyan in his arms woke up. He opened his eyes and saw a row of mighty warriors in front of him wearing leather armor and military uniforms. He couldn't help but lit up. He suddenly became energetic and broke free from his mother's arms and grimaced at Wang Qiu.

Qu Ci first asked Zhao Zhili in surprise: "Father, why did you get up early in the morning?"

Zhao Zhili said seriously: "Report to the Empress, the Wei minister is the crown prince's tutor. According to the etiquette system, he is responsible for protecting the crown prince. Therefore, the crown prince leaves the palace to practice. The Wei minister should accompany him for his loyalty and duty.

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Qu Ci was originally a little worried. After all, she was a woman. She always felt that the martial artists in the military camp were too careless. At this time, she saw her father accompanying her. She nodded slightly and said, "Father is thoughtful. Since that's the case, Yan'er will ask her father and General Wang."

The phoenix chassis was put down. Qu Ci personally hugged Zhu Ciyan to the ground. Zhu Ciyan was also restless. He immediately broke away from his mother's hand and shook it towards Wang Qiu step by step. When boys always like to fight and kill, Zhu Ciyan saw dozens of burly military men in military uniforms. Naturally, he was full of admiration. His small eyes dripped around Wang Qiu's long sword and short guns, but he was afraid that his mother and uncle would dare to be arrogant.

"The general will definitely live up to the emperor and the empress. Please rest assured that it is getting late. I will take the prince with Lord Zhao."

The scarlet scar on Wang Qiu's face was very scary. When he spoke, the scar on the corner of his mouth twitched, which made Qu Ci and the palace servants next to him dare not look at it. Qu Ci said: "Since that's the case, General Yan'er is still young and ignorant, General Wang takes good care of him." Qu Ci paused here, and then he opened his teeth lightly, as if he had made up a certain determination: "If Yan'er has something wrong, the general will naturally be as good as possible. If he does not change his teachings, he must punish him. I believe the emperor's meaning has been understood in the imperial edict, so I don't need to explain in detail."

"The last general understands." Wang Qiu nodded solemnly, with the meaning of establishing a military order. Then Qu Ci looked at Zhu Ciyan who was "heartless" reluctantly, then got on the chariot and rushed back to the palace.

"Brothers, help the prince get on the car." Wang Qiu saw that Feng Jiao had walked away, then waved his hand. Several people rushed forward and picked up Zhu Ciyan, and helped him onto the carriage with all his might. Zhao Zhili, who was on the side, felt very uncomfortable. He originally wanted the prince to sit in the sedan chair, but the man had already taken action and reported it, so he had to go back to the sedan chair, waved to the coachman, and signaled to get on the sedan chair.

It was just two o'clock at the time, and it was still early. There were no people on the street. Dozens of military men were riding horses and carrying a carriage. They walked very quickly, and a sedan behind them obviously fell a lot. Fortunately, the carriage in front stopped and waited for the last time every now and then, Zhao Zhili behind them felt that this was not a solution. He had to change his carriage tomorrow morning.

The carriage was paved with soft pads, and there was a thick blanket under his feet. The carriage was extremely large. In order to take care of it, Wang Qiu was also sitting in the carriage to support him, fearing that the little prince would not be able to hit the carriage all of a sudden. Zhu Ciyan stood on the cushion and asked Wang Qiu to lift the curtain to see the street scene outside the carriage. Then he turned around and asked Wang Qiu to show him his short gun. Wang Qiu didn't mind. The short gun had already been gunpowdered, so he was not afraid of fire. Zhu Ciyan played with this 'heavy guy' for a while and lost interest. He pointed to the long sword hanging around Wang Qiu's waist: "Here, General Wang, I want that."

Wang Qiu immediately changed into a wry smile. The sword cannot move around this little guy. He can't afford it if something happens. He immediately moved away from the topic and said, "Your Highness, this thing is not fun, so he should play with a short gun."

Zhu Ciyan's little mouth had pouted and his nose was wrinkled: "I want a sword."

Wang Qiu had already started scratching his head and said quickly: "Okay, okay, when you return to the end of the camp, you will make the best sword for you. It's too heavy for you. You are still young and can't take it."

Zhu Ciyan burst into tears.

He lost the mist in his eyes and said, "I want to ride a horse."

"Riding a horse?" Wang Qiu's head suddenly grew bigger. If such a big person went to learn horse riding, if he fell down, he would not be able to get over the queen's hurdle. And Zhao Zhili might even be able to eat him alive and he would not say anything. He shook his head repeatedly: "No, no, my prince, now he is not popular now. He still rides horses the fastest during wars, not to mention that if you are young, how can I deal with you? Tsk tsk, okay, your prince is wise and powerful, so he naturally knows the good intentions of the last general." Wang Qiu didn't dare to speak anymore, although Zhu Ciyan's mouth was already pouting, and he pretended not to see it.

Soon, the guards camp arrived at the one who was dismissed. The one who got off the sedan chair was removed from the sedan chair. Wang Qiu carried Zhu Ciyan down. The camp had already arranged a team, and they all stood up straight for the review. When Wang Qiu carried the prince to the gate of the camp, many people couldn't help but feel disappointed. The brothers had torment all night to let His Royal Highness see the military power of the guards. Unexpectedly, the prince was actually a child wearing open-crotch pants. The children knew something, and many people's aura could not help but be shorter.

Wang Qiu also felt that the night was a waste of time and shouted: "Each battalion and thousands of households will take their people to run in the morning."

Everyone scattered, went back to the barracks and carried firebags on their backs, and lined up to go to the schoolyard.

Wang Qiu didn't dare to neglect the emperor's intention was to bring the prince to practice. Although the prince was young, he still had to do whatever he should do. He put the prince down: "Your Highness, from now on, at this hour of every day, I will take turns to supervise you in the training. This is the emperor's intention. Wang is on order. If there is any offense, don't be surprised." After saying that, he winked at the two deputy generals: "You can go to supervise the training of each battalion first, and I will teach the prince on the first day."

The two deputy generals bowed and left.

Wang Qiu yelled: "Let's go run with Mo Jiang, go to the grassland over there."

Zhu Ciyan began to feel new. When he saw Wang Qiu jogging there, he also followed suit and followed him staggeringly.

There is a lawn on the side of the field. After Wang Qiu carefully repaired it, people also pounced on another layer of rice poles overnight to remove all the sand and stones. Even if they fall, they are not afraid of being hurt.

Zhu Ciyan was too busy in the palace. Everything was fresh. When he saw the soldiers jogging like ants on the school ground next to him, he also ran. After falling several times, Zhao Zhili, who was behind, was so scared that he ran over to help him. Zhu Ciyan shook his head and didn't care, but felt it was very exciting.

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A large ship slowly docked at Xinchengdu Port, and all the civil and military officials came to greet the pier. Xinchengdu City had been relieved, and the situation in East India had stabilized. Although the Haidu Legion was still preparing for war and King Xunke's army was still organizing defenses on the border, more envoys from both sides mediated back and forth, and some Han people in the city began to let go and return to the land outside the city.

The big ship boarded the sampan and was mounted on the dock. The civil and military officials on the dock immediately rushed up. The first one was Yang Side, who was ordered to work under the order. At this time, he wore a clean official uniform and greeted the civil and military officials on the dock with a smile. Then he carefully got off the sampan, and then the ceremonial attendant of the imperial envoy. This time, Yang Side's visit was related to the policy issues of East India, which made many people look forward to whether to fight or to reconcile, how much benefits can be obtained, and how much benefits can be extorted. These all need to be measured by the court. The Han people who suffered losses will also receive some compensation, and these things naturally fell on Yang Side.

At the gate of the city, some Han landlords who drove a hundred miles away to find out the news here. Martial law was also begun in the city. Officials surrounded Yang Side and entered the city and went straight into the Governor's Office. Governor Wang Jinwang and Zhang Youde were with Yang Side and sat down in the lobby of the newly repaired Governor's Office. The two were most anxious to find out the words of the imperial envoy. Wang Jinwang most wanted to know the court's compensation for local Han people. A few days ago, many Han landlords who were trampled by barbarians came to visit, all for this, while Zhang Youde hoped to know that the court meant war or harmony, and to make preparations.

Everyone took the teacup and drank a sip of tea in his eyes slowly before bringing the topic to the place they care about: "Mr. Yang, a few days ago, the Ministry of Revenue has formulated a policy to compensate refugees. I wonder if it is true? If it is true, I believe Mr. Yang has already made a charter."

Yang Side blew the tea foam and looked up with a smile and said, "The Ministry of Revenue has discussed it. Of course, these silvers are not from the treasury, but are compensated by the Barbarian King. As for how much compensation is, I was ordered to work hard this time. The emperor also gave Yang another task to discuss with the Barbarian King. In short, the more we talked, the higher the compensation amount could be. If we talk less, we would invite the people here to suffer some losses. If we can't reach an agreement, we will have to take action." Yang Side's eyes fell on Zhang Youde.

Zhang Youde leaned down: "Mr. Yang means peace talks?"

Yang Side smiled slowly and slowly: "It's not all about talking, either fighting first and then talking, or talking first and then fighting. In short, the emperor means to promote talks by fighting. The more ruthless Lord Zhang fights, the less resistance I will naturally get when I talk."

Zhang Youde grinned: "This is very fresh. Don't worry, the general will fight and reconcile with the 30,000 Haidu Legion soldiers, all depends on the orders of the adults."

Yang Side said: "Let's not talk about this for now. Are the two princes of Lord Zhang still there? I want to see them."

Zhang Youdedao: "I'll make arrangements for this." After that, he left the yatang without any hesitation.

Yang Side looked at Wang Jinwang again: "Mr. Wang, you have worked harder for the losses of the entire New Sichuan. Report it in a few days."

Wang Jinwang said: "These officials have already done statistics and will be sent to the adults for review later."

Yang Side nodded: "Can there be casualties among the migrant Han people?"

"Some." Wang Jinwang took a sip of tea: "A dozen people were captured by barbarians, and their whereabouts are still unknown. Two others were injured when they fled into the city. A pregnant woman was on the way.

A daughter died young. In addition, seven Han people were sieged by arrows and stones when the barbarians attacked the city.

Yang Side had a conspiracy and began to calm down his thoughts. The yamen immediately calmed down for a while. Zhang Youde led seven or eight soldiers to escort two Indian princes in and the two of them were well taken care of. Although his clothes were still dirty, they were not abused after all. The ones who came were also wearing neatly decorated thousand-household clothing.

"Sir, I will be the Qianhu Officer of the Colonial Legion. I will come here to translate your question. You can ask if you have anything." Shi De saluted Yang Side.

Yang Side nodded at Zhide, then looked at the two Indian princes: "Which one is the big prince?" Before coming, Yang Side had read Zhang Youde's briefing, so he was not ignorant of the situation here. He knew that the one who came to ask for peace this time was the eldest prince Pandit.

After saying a few words to the two princes, Pandit stood up and said, "Great Lord, I am the eldest prince of King Xunke."

"The Heavenly Dynasty has agreed to the king's father's peace request, but the constitution still needs to be agreed upon by the eldest son. Can you negotiate on behalf of your father?" Yang Side asked in the hall.

Pandit showed a little joy on his face. No matter what, things finally made some progress. He hesitated for a moment and nodded: "If the conditions were not too harsh, I think I could represent my father."

"That's good." Yang De's expression relaxed a little: "Let's talk about how you are willing to negotiate."

Pandit suddenly became embarrassed. Negotiation was actually the same as doing business. Whoever showed his trump card first will occupy a passive position. But after all, he is a strong side and he has already been in a passive position. Since he wanted to ask what Pandit could do, he meditated for a moment before he said late: "We are willing to make compensation to the Celestial Empire, fill the house we are in now with gold and silver, and withdraw all the Celestial Empire's territory, and pay tribute to the Celestial Empire. Every year, His Majesty, Lord, how about it?"

Side looked at the innocent prince with a sympathy and curled his lips, "The resources of the Celestial Empire are rich. Will you like you gold and silver? Humph, gold and silver are used to compensate for the damage to the Celestial Empire's war, the losses of the people, and the money and food for sending troops. But how should our Celestial Empire be compensated? How should the lives of thousands of dead and injured colonial soldiers? If you cannot punish your country, I will raise millions of elite soldiers and train the death-death people, which will make people laugh at?"

After a few words, Pandit was sweating profusely. He understood that the Han official thought the compensation plan he proposed was too low, but what exactly did they want? Pandit realized what he was, but he dared not say that this was the lifeblood of the Sunk royal family.

Yang Side's voice gradually eased: "You can't make any decision, come here, let me let you go back and tell your father that the Ming Dynasty needs half of his land and enough compensation. If you don't agree, my Tian Dynasty lion can take it and take them down."

The two princes could not tell each other, and more than a dozen soldiers had cut their hands and carried them out of the yamen hall.

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"What? What do they really say?" King Xunke, who had obviously aged a lot, was furious again, and in this beautiful palace, all the attendants, including Prince Pandit, who came in a hurry, did not even dare to show off his anger.

"The Han people are humiliating us, and I will never bow my head to them." King Xunke, who returned to the territory, grew stronger and roared.

"Father, I think if we don't agree with their conditions, maybe my dear brother..." Pandit reminded carefully.

King Xunke shut his mouth and sighed long: "This land was exchanged for our ancestors with blood. If I exchange half of my territory for my son, then all the nobles will object, Pandit, I believe you can understand this."

Pandit nodded thoughtfully: "What if the Han army provoked? Father, we cannot defeat them. Their emperor may be the master of all kings, just like the teachings of East India, and is above the gods, otherwise..."

King Xunke did not speak with a dark face. He had to admit that all his elite troops were trapped in within two days, and the Han people seemed to have suffered no losses.

"So, my son, tell me what should we do? You must know that it is impossible to cut off half of our territory. I think you know this better than me."

Pandit nodded helplessly: "I think we should make two preparations. First, we must send our messengers immediately, hoping to bargain with the Han people. If we can reduce half of this price, we may still be acceptable. Secondly, we should mobilize, recruit all the conquerors, distribute weapons to them, and promote their evil, so as to ensure that we can have the power to protect ourselves if there is a conflict in the future."

King Xunke nodded, and then his eyes suddenly lit up: "My Pandit, I have an idea."

"Now the Han people think we are preparing to surrender now, and their army must not be too prepared. What if we suddenly attack them again at this time?"

When King Xunke said this, he immediately felt that he was extremely smart and couldn't help but be excited: "Yes, they thought we would sit and wait for death, and they thought the brave Marathis were scared out of fear, but we still had the power to fight back. Pandit, what do you think?"

Pandit frowned. He was scared by the Han army, but at this time his father looked excited. He naturally didn't dare to pour cold water on him. He just said, "Father, I think we should be more cautious. The strength of the Han people is beyond our imagination. If they anger them again, I'm afraid..."

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Chapter completed!