"Your sister, playing with heartbeat almost stopped your heartbeat." Zhu Qizhen couldn't help but secretly rubbed the cold sweat on his palms and muttered.

"Why? I'm really curious, why is Your Majesty so sure? Boyan Timur picked up the liquor on the table and drank it all, wiped his lips and said to Zhu Qizhen, to be honest, he was really curious.

"A villain like Xining, I'm afraid that Lord Pingzhang doesn't like it, right?" Zhu Qizhen smiled, and without waiting for Na Boyan Timur to answer, he continued: "This person is bent on provoking a thorn to fight with the Ming Dynasty, but the dispute between the two countries is not at the expense of tens of millions of people. ”

"Although the tile spur is prosperous now, it is not without opponents, and I, the Ming Dynasty, the vast millions of troops, and the thousands of people, how can the tile spur be a bone that can be easily gnawed? ……”

"The reason why he wants to provoke it is just to prove that he is an important surname in the Tile Spur, but he is only for his own plans, not for the sake of the country of the Tile Thorn. Such a selfish villain, if Lord Pingzhang can turn a blind eye, then I will really lose my eyes. ”

Looking at Zhu Qizhen talking in front of him, the shock in Boyan Timur's heart was really indescribable, as if his thoughts were easily cut open by the person in front of him with a scalpel that was extremely sharp, and then spread out on the ground one by one.

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For a capricious villain like Xining, Boyan Timur is disgusted in his heart, not to mention that Xining keeps inciting his brother Nan Zhengmingdi, and the most elite warriors of the tile spurs are best at arching horses, rather than attacking the Chengheng Pass, and the continuous casualties are very serious, which has made Boyan Timur full of killing intent for Xining, a dead eunuch who only wants to make meritorious contributions.

Moreover, for Boyan Timur, who was familiar with the vast resources and economic prosperity of the Ming Dynasty, and was quite close to the words and thoughts of the Han people, this practice would undoubtedly make the tile thorn suffer its own evil consequences.

Not only will it make the relationship between the Ming and the Tile Spur worse, but it will also make it more difficult for the Tile Spur to obtain the salt, iron, and other necessities they need from the Ming Land.

What's more, now the tile spur is not without enemies, the survival rules on the grassland are extremely cruel, and it is difficult to overcome the behemoth of the Ming Dynasty with the power of the tile. When the time comes, maybe those tribes and enemies will come out of the shadows again, like a pack of vicious wolves, biting the thorns that have been bruised by the Ming Dynasty.

Regarding the relationship between Mongolia and the Ming court, Boyan Timur has his own set of disposal strategies in his heart, and Zhu Qizhen, the captured son of the Ming Dynasty, is the most important part of it.

Zhu Qizhen's words didn't know when they were finished, but Na Boyan Timur was still staring at the great man in front of him with a somewhat stunned expression, as if he wanted to explore how the sulcus in his brain was formed.

"Your Majesty is really not comparable to fools like us, and the subordinates bow down, but Your Majesty is so sharp, aren't you afraid that we will be jealous in our hearts, and you will not let Your Majesty return to the light?" Boyan Timur poured another glass of spirits, and after a long time, he seemed to have regained some of his senses, and asked calmly, but his tone seemed so aggressive.

"I have said from the very beginning that the decision on whether to let me return to the Ming Dynasty or not is in the hands of Lord Pingzhang, if Lord Pingzhang wants to let the Taishi provoke the Ming Dynasty, and wants to compete with the Ming Dynasty for the world, it is okay to detain me all the time, or even kill me. But if Lord Pingzhang wants to let the tile thorn stabilize the invincible enemy of the Ming Dynasty, so that he can free up his hands to sweep away all the enemies of the grassland, then I am afraid that it is still somewhat useful to keep my life. Zhu Qizhen raised the two thick eyebrows like sharp blades, and calmly faced Boyan Timur.

"Besides, Boyan's thoughts, with my thoughts, and the thorns and Daming, it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, why do you have to consume each other's strength so much?"

Boyan Timur showed a few strong smiles on his face: "Your Majesty has a good mouth, so I am afraid that the subordinates will thank Your Majesty for the strategy of killing people with a knife?" ”

"Actually, killing Xining is beneficial to both you and me, isn't Lord Pingzhang also secretly fueling the trouble?" Zhu Qizhen smiled and picked up the wine cup in front of him, and after colliding with the wine cup in the hand of Na Boyan Timur, he drank it all. "I am not a person who is untrustworthy, the righteous act of Lord Pingzhang, I feel the five inside, in the future, if the tile thorn has the opportunity to be in danger, if I have the strength, I will not let the Zhuo Ross clan be wiped out."

Hearing this, Boyan Timur's heart couldn't help jumping. "What do you mean, Your Majesty?"

Zhu Qizhen smiled and stood up, the smile on his face became more and more meaningful: "I am just making an analogy, I believe that with the wisdom of Lord Pingzhang and the power of the first master, the tile thorn can be said to be strong and strong." It's just that the world is unpredictable, just like me, how do I know that it will fall into the hands of the tile thorn? ”

Looking at the background of Zhu Qizhen's departure, Boyan Timur raised his hand, but he couldn't say a word, and smashed his fist on the case, shaking the jasper wine cup on the case......

Out of the hall, Zhu Qizhen reached out and touched his sideburns, which were already soaked with sweat, took a deep breath, took the reins from Yuan Bin's hand, turned over the horse, and walked away......

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"How far is it from Xuanfu?" Xining lazily yawned on the horse's back and asked the Captain of the Tile Thorn beside him. "Has the first messenger been sent?"

"Don't worry, send it out early, maybe those Nanban are waiting for us under the city now. Turning this mountain pass, you can see the Xuanfu City. The commander took the leather pouch around his waist and poured a mouthful of mare's milk with a sip of spirit, and it took him a long time to sigh and explain.

The strong smell of wine, wrapped in bad breath, entered Xining's nose, and the dead eunuch directly smoked his eyes green, covered his face with his sleeves in disgust, and continued to ride forward. Such unpleasantness was quickly left behind by Xining.

After all, his status and identity are now very different from the last time he came to Xuanfu City, and now Xining, but the emperor of the thorns, the confidant of the Taishi is also the first confidant, and he is the envoy of this mission.

represented, but the Ming Dynasty was beaten to an embarrassment, and even the Beijing Division was almost captured. If it wasn't for the bad things of Zhu Qizhen at that time, maybe he could get better treatment and a better reward. As soon as he thought of Zhu Qizhen, Xining's good mood disappeared without a trace in an instant.

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ps: Today's second watch arrived, everyone, strange thing, why did my Sanjiang ticket rise, theirs rose faster than mine? Is it a character problem?