Chapter 103: Qin Siwu's Determination
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Qin Sixuan's face was cold, and after a long time, he slowly removed the hand that was patted on the table, and looked at Han Qihai with his eyes piercing: "Brother Tianming, can you easily reveal what conditions you and General Zhao have discussed?"
The corners of Han Qihai's mouth moved, and after a while, he sighed lightly and replied: "Han San asked for the lifting of martial law, free grain, the development of farmland, and the resumption of mutual markets. At the same time, the wanted list of the Zhengbei League was withdrawn, and the people in the Zhengbei League were no longer pursued for any reason. β
Qin Siwei nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, only I, Qin Sishou, can replace so much." It's worth it, it's really worth it!"
"Your Highness!" Han Qihai called softly.
Qin Siwu shook his head and looked up to the sky and sighed, silent for a long time.
The night breeze is cool, slowly blowing through the courtyard. The drunk Feng Eleven was blown by the cold wind, and woke up violently, his eyes looked straight ahead, as if he had tasted something, and suddenly he was stunned, and shouted: "Your Highness, you want to-" The words were choked in his mouth, and he couldn't say any more.
Qin Siwei swept towards Feng Eleven with a pair of deep eyes, and the solemnity in his eyes seemed to be making a final farewell.
Feng Eleven was horrified, stood up with a 'pout', and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, no-no, you, you can't-"
Qin Si sighed slightly: "No need to say it anymore, far away." Saying that, Qin Siwu looked up to the sky and sighed again, and said, "Enough, really enough, it's been four months, and there are enough dead people for me, a waste person." Xuanhua City has survived until now, it is the limit, and it can't go on like this. β
"Noβ" Feng Eleven shouted in disregard, his big palm like an iron fist slapped heavily, only to hear a 'snap', and the table next to him was instantly shattered.
Qin Siwei shook his head with his eyebrows slightly, looked at Han Qihai with cold eyes, and nodded to him.
Seeing this, Han Qihai also nodded, didn't say much, turned his eyes to Feng Shiyi, and at the same time raised his right hand to make a gesture to Ling Feng and Li Chaoxiong who were standing behind him.
This is an instruction, an instruction that anyone in the Yongding Hou Han Mansion can understand at a glance.
When Ling Xue and Qu Qing saw this, their faces turned pale at the same time, and when they saw their hands together, Ling Feng and Li Chaoxiong immediately turned around, and both flashed in front of Feng Eleven in an instant. Neither of them made a sound, and at the same time their palms rose and fell towards Feng Eleven, like a fierce wind.
Feng Shiyi was already shocked when he saw Qin Siwu nodding to Han Qihai, and his mind was in turmoil. Suddenly, he was attacked by Ling Feng and Li Chaoxiong, and he was stunned for a while, and instinctively raised his hand to parry. But these two Han Fu's subordinates are really first-class masters in the world, even if they are one-on-one and eleven, he has to fight. And even more so now?
No matter how fast Feng Eleven's reaction is, no matter how strong his martial arts are, how can he be an opponent with the strength of one person to resist the two masters under the chaos of his mind!
With only two moves, Feng Shiyi, who was slightly drunk, couldn't dodge it and was hit in the back by Ling Feng's big palm. He leaned straight down. Li Chaoxiong saw this cis and slapped his palm at him again, and he heard a loud cry of 'ah' from Feng Eleven, and fell to the ground.
The moment he landed, Feng Eleven's eyes were like tigers, looking straight at Qin Siwei's side, and he stretched out his hand and finally shouted: "Your Highnessβ"
But before he could finish his words, he closed his eyes weakly and collapsed.
Qin Siwu looked at the fallen Feng Eleven, looked up to the sky again, sighed, and closed his eyes.
Feeling Feng Eleven's last struggle, Ling Feng sighed lightly, and Fu Shi stepped forward to help him up from the ground and put him back in his seat.
Han Qihai also stood up at this time, stepped forward, looked at Feng Shiyi, who had fainted to death, and turned his head to Ling Xue and ordered: "Ling Xue, take care of Feng Ye, without my instructions, even if Feng Ye wakes up, he can't let him leave this house one step." β
Ling Xue lowered her eyebrows and bowed her head in agreement.
Han Qihai sighed slightly, looked at Feng Eleven's side again, and hugged his fists apologetically towards him who was already unconscious, and then turned to look at Qin Siwu, and asked humbly: "Your Highness, what else do you need to serve Han Sandai?"
Qin Si smiled sadly, shook his head, reached out and picked up the teapot from the table, poured the tea, then put down the teapot, picked up the teacup, and slowly drank it all in one gulp.
After drinking the last cup of tea, Qin Siwei slowly stood up, straightened his clothes, waved his sleeves again, looked at Han Qihai, and nodded.
Han Qihai looked at Qin Siwu's coarse cloth peasant clothes, bowed down and asked, "Your Highness, do you want to change your clothes?"
Qin Siwei smiled and nodded: "That's very good." β
Han Qihai turned to Ling Feng and said, "Can you prepare His Highness's clothes?"
Ling Feng bowed and replied: "According to the meaning of the third prince, everything is ready, and it is in the upper house." β
"Good. Han Qihai said, turned around and bowed to Qin Siwei, and said, "Your Highness, please come with Han San." β
Qin Siwei smiled slightly, didn't speak, and walked into the north room with Han Qihai.
Ling Feng and the others stood in the courtyard and waited quietly.
For a long time, I only heard the door of the main room 'creak' open from the inside. I saw Qin Siwu wearing a six-inch white jade crown on his head, wearing a silk satin brocade dress, and a colorful flower knot with a long spike palace silk tied around his waist, and appeared at the door.
This change of costume immediately made Qin Siwu, who had a clear face and a good temperament, add to the style of an immortal.
looked at Han Qihai, the son of Wen Yu, who was following him, completely overshadowing him.
Everyone in the small courtyard was stunned by Qin Siwu's demeanor for a while, and they forgot their words in a daze.
It wasn't until Qin Siwei walked slowly to the front that Ling Feng and Li Chaoxiong, who were still standing in front of the door in a daze, reacted one after another, bowed their heads and greeted the two masters.
Qin Siwei only smiled faintly, nodded lightly, and then turned to the courtyard, staring up at the bright moon in the sky, and was silent for a long time.
Han Qihai followed behind him, did not speak, waved his hand to make Ling Feng and the two of them retreat, and looked at Qin Siwu without blinking a pair of deep eyes like stardust.
I saw Qin Siwu standing and staring for a long time, until the bright moon in the sky was covered with a veil of clouds, and then he slowly lowered his head and sighed softly in the moonlight that was as bright as water.
Han Qihai, who was waiting beside him, stepped forward and called softly, "Your Highness." β
Qin Siwei looked back at Han Qihai, smiled slightly, and said, "Let's go." β
Han Qihai nodded, and solemnly asked Qin Siwei to go ahead, he was one step behind and followed, while Ling Feng and Li Chaoxiong followed behind them three steps behind.
Seeing that Ling Xue and Qu Qing were busy stopping to clean up the sundries in the courtyard, they quickly stepped forward to open the curtain on the back door of the living room, and watched them leave.
Walking into the living room, Qin Si did not squint worriedly, and continued to walk towards the main door first.
But as soon as he turned the screen and walked to the main case, he suddenly heard a hurried voice behind him shouting, "Wait!"
Qin Si was stunned for a moment, and turned around the screen to look at the shout.
I saw a boy about ten years old walking out of the back door of the hall, staring at him with a pair of big eyes and a complicated expression.