Song Zhancheng glanced at Cheng Jingyun, and suddenly said: "I heard that Miss Cheng is the concubine of the General's Mansion, and her sword dance is extremely outstanding, I wonder if this king is fortunate enough to ask the girl to appreciate her face?" When Cheng Jingyun heard this, the hand holding the cup paused, and looked at Song Zhancheng, her eyes showed murderous aura, there was no such thing in the original plan, Song Zhancheng, you dare to play with me?

Song Zhancheng looked at Cheng Jingyun with a smile in his eyes, and he didn't mind what happened after the banquet for a while. In this case, how could Cheng Jingyun, as an envoy, refuse Song Zhancheng's request, so she had to say to Shui Sheng, "Since Prince Jin has spoken, it is the luck of the little girl." Aquatic, take the sword. ”

Shui Sheng thought that this was originally discussed by Cheng Jingyun and Song Zhancheng, so he went to get the saber happily.

With the graceful sound of the piano, Cheng Jingyun is so beautiful. Slowly, she grabbed her sword and danced. I saw her swing her hand forward, turning the hilt of her sword with her wrist, and the sword slowly turned. Gradually, the sword turned faster and faster, rolling up the petals on the table, and a faint fragrance of flowers wafted in the air, accompanying Cheng Jingyun to dance the sword together.

Cheng Jingyun's light cyan figure was as light as a young swallow, accompanied by the faint sound of the piano, the jade hand pulled out the green sword in the scabbard, the wrist rotated slightly, and the green sword flashed as fast as lightning, the sword light flashed, but it merged with the woman's blue and weak figure.

The cyan sword light was drawn in an arc in the air, and the woman's waist fell randomly along the sword light, but at the moment of landing on the ground, she randomly pulled out the water sleeve, hooked the beam, and surrounded the hall like a fairy in the cyan sword light, only in an instant, I looked at Song Zhancheng, a sword light, the sword blade was directly compared to Song Zhancheng's throat, and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

There was silence at the banquet, as if it were a static painting. Cheng Jingyun squinted at Song Zhancheng, the sword was still two inches away from Song Zhancheng's throat, but Song Zhancheng was not afraid at all, because he knew that it was Cheng Jingyun who was here to express his dissatisfaction.

Before Song Zhancheng could speak, Cheng Jingyun spoke first, "The little girl heard that the sound of the prince's flute is also unique in the world, I wonder if I will have the opportunity to hear it once in my lifetime?" I also hope that the prince will appreciate his face, and it is not in vain that the little girl looks forward to it. ”

Song Zhancheng laughed, it turned out that this little girl was waiting for him here, and he also put her together: I was afraid that she would be angry because she teased her today, and it was also to please her, so he said to Foshan, "Go and get the black jade flute of this king." ”

The other people in the envoys of the two countries did not know, and they were all stunned, obviously they came to negotiate between the two countries, how did it become an existence like a family banquet?

"I wonder if Miss Cheng can put the sword back into the scabbard first?" Song Zhancheng smiled, Cheng Jingyun lost her anger a little, then took back the sword, and said with a smile, "I'm just joking with the prince, the prince shouldn't worry about the little girl." ”

"How so?" Song Zhancheng took the jade flute handed by Foshan, covered his lips, and suddenly heard a loud sound from the jade flute, as if it had the intention of killing, but suddenly the sound of the flute was gentle and tactful.

After a while, Xiao Yin went up and down, and the sound of the flute in the ground changed sharply, as if seven or eight Dong Xiao were playing music at the same time. Although the sound of the jade flute is extremely complex and changing, each voice is melodious and tempting. The envoys present only heard the blood in their veins, and couldn't help but stand up, Cheng Jingyun never thought that Song Zhancheng's flute voice was so superb.

After a song, Song Zhancheng put away the jade flute and asked Cheng Jingyun with a smile, "I wonder if Miss Cheng is satisfied?" Cheng Jingyun listened to the sound of this flute, and her anger had already disappeared, so she replied: "The sound of the flute is like the sound of heaven, and it is a blessing for us to be able to hear it." ”

Song Zhancheng and Cheng Jingyun had just eased up a little, and one of Hengguo's civil officials who had no eyesight to see spoke, "I don't know what the prince thinks about the matter of peace?" Cheng Jingyun almost glanced at him, and Song Zhancheng had no choice but to reply: "Then I don't know what your country's mission thinks?" ”

The civil official of Hengguo drank some wine, and when he saw that he had his own place to use, he spoke, "My country hopes that Yiguo will retreat thirty miles. "Ridiculous!" As soon as the envoy of the Wing Kingdom heard this, he slapped the table angrily. "How much does Hengguo plan to retreat?"

Faced with the rhetorical question of the envoy of the Wing Kingdom, the civil officials of Hengguo were a little speechless, and could only say with strong words: "This is the land of Hengguo, why do we Hengguo withdraw our troops?" ”

The envoy of the Wing Country was also not convinced, "Then this is still what my Wing Country has worked so hard to build, why do we withdraw from the army?" Seeing that the civil officials on both sides were blushing and their necks were thick, Cheng Jingyun opened her mouth to mediate, "In this way, we will discuss a condition that is acceptable to both countries, and then the two countries will implement it at the same time." ”

Since Cheng Jingyun opened her mouth like this, the civil officials of Hengguo naturally had nothing to say, and the conditions were equal, and the envoys of the Wing Kingdom could not find any problems. Cheng Jingyun spoke first, "Compensation or land cution, let's not talk about it for the time being, after all, this still needs to be discussed in the court, we can discuss the matter of withdrawing troops first." ”

Cheng Jingyun saw that no one raised any objections, so she continued: "I have decided to retreat from Hengguo for thirty miles. Hengguo's civil officials widened their eyes, but they couldn't say anything when they thought that Yiguo had also retreated thirty miles.

Unexpectedly, Song Zhancheng actually spoke, "Yiguo voluntarily retreated fifty miles. The envoys of the Wing Kingdom all had expressions of wanting to eat Song Zhancheng, and Cheng Jingyun asked rhetorically: "Lord Wang, you have to think about it." ”

"Our Yiguo is naturally more generous, not to mention that Hengguo is still a woman to negotiate peace." Song Zhancheng looked at Cheng Jingyun with a smile, "But I still have one request." Hearing this, Cheng Jingyun pretended to be puzzled, "I don't know what else the prince wants?" ”

"The requirement of our winged country to voluntarily withdraw its troops for fifty miles is that the missions of the two countries must camp within the area of the withdrawal of troops until all negotiations and negotiations are concluded." This condition didn't sound so harsh, so Cheng Jingyun agreed.

After three rounds of drinking, this first seemingly thrilling negotiation is coming to an end. In fact, only Cheng Jingyun and Song Zhancheng knew: In this first negotiation, only the dancing sword and jade flute in the middle were not designed in advance, and the withdrawal of troops was negotiated by the two of them in advance.

The envoys of the two countries returned to their camps, and Cheng Jingyun took advantage of everyone's rest to sneak out of the camp and came to the old trees in the valley. There was already a person waiting here next to the tree, and there was no need to guess that it was Song Zhancheng.

The first thing Cheng Jingyun did when she saw Song Zhancheng was not to ask him about the current situation of the Yiguo Dynasty, but to kick him, so angry that Cheng Jingyun crossed her waist and looked at Song Zhancheng. Song Zhancheng couldn't help laughing when he saw her puffed up face, knowing that she was angry because of today's sword dance, so he relieved: "Don't be angry, haven't I already done a to make amends?" ”

After that, he touched Cheng Jingyun's head dotingly.