After returning to the palace, Fei Ranchu told Zhao Yufeng about Beichen's reaction, and Zhao Yufeng also sneered after hearing it.

When is it, do you still have to keep that so-called pride?

After waiting for a day, Beichen Game finally gave an answer, but the answer given was unexpected by Fei Ranchu.

He thought that Beichen was calm, and after coming down, he would think about the people and be willing to hand over three thousand horses, but he didn't expect that the news he received was that they were going to return home, and even half of the tribute would be recovered.

"Huh!" Zhao Yufeng actually smiled directly: "It's a shame that his father Khan still values him so much, if the future Western Jin Dynasty is handed over to such a prince, it will be really sad." ”

Fei Ranchu didn't speak, and it was obvious that she also agreed with Zhao Yufeng's words.

Two days later, the Western Jin Dynasty mission returned home, and when they left, there were still people in Beijing to see them off, but there were not as many as before.

Seeing that there are still many people on both sides of the street, Beichen Game's heart doesn't know how suddenly, it has become a little complicated, and there is a little yearning and a little reluctance for this city full of human touch, but endless indifference.

He shook his head, kicked off the horse's belly, and walked away.

I want to know what he will say to his father Khan after he goes back this time, probably that Dongzhao is not sincere in his deal.

But he would never have calculated that at the moment when he left the capital, there was already a messenger who hurried to the Western Jin Dynasty.

This is Zhao Yufeng's bottom line.

As a prince, he can be willful, after all, he has not officially become a khan, so naturally he will not understand the suffering of the people.

Although the Khan of the Western Jin Dynasty was brutal, he was at least a monarch dedicated to the people, and if he knew, his most valued son had caused him such trouble at the East Station, and he had to be beaten off his skin.

In the imperial study, every time Fei Ranchu mentioned this matter, he still felt unconsciously empty.

"Obviously I've already given him a chance, just take the initiative to hand over the war horse, why do you have to go back and be beaten?"

"Probably because of that ridiculous dignity." Zhao Yu replied to Fei Ranchu's words without raising his head.

When she got to this, Fira was a little curious.

She put down the hand she was grinding, bent down slightly, approached Zhao Yufeng's face, and asked curiously, "If this happened to you, would you agree?" ”

"It won't happen to me, if I am a prince, I naturally know my mission, and I will not play the whole country between my applause, like someone like Beichen Game...... In fact, he is not suitable to be a khan, or his experience is not enough. ”

Zhao Yufeng is a person with a strong sense of responsibility, he knows when he should do what and what to say, and Beichen Gaming has no brains except for the ridiculous pride of his life.

"Tsk!" Fei Ran Chu was bored and walked in the imperial garden, and said with emotion: "No wonder you can become a monarch." ”

Zhao Yufeng didn't answer after hearing this, but was strangely silent, and Fei Ranchu noticed his silence and stopped asking.

Before every monarch ascended, there was inevitably some killing and bloodshed behind him, which Zhao Yufeng had always been reluctant to mention to her, so she simply didn't ask, as if she didn't know anything.

On the sixth day after the departure of the Western Jin mission, the messenger returned.

The messenger rushed to report the news to their khan before the convoy of Beichen gambled back to the Western Jin Dynasty.

When the Khan of the Western Jin Dynasty found out, he was furious and said that he would definitely give Dongzhao an explanation.

To put it bluntly, I don't want to give up this opportunity to borrow grain and grass, I'm afraid that after Beichen Game returns to the Western Jin Dynasty, it will inevitably be punished.

Sure enough, after another half a month, their khan sent their messenger to deliver a letter.

The letter said that there were too many 3,000 war horses, and if they were all transferred at once, they might be uncontrollable on the way, so they would be sent in three batches, and their crown prince Beichen Game would personally come over to apologize to the royal family of Dongzhao and apologize for his recklessness.

And for this, Zhao Yufeng happily agreed.

Presumably, they also need time to choose some war horses, and the selection may not be very good, but it doesn't matter, Dongzhao water and grass are fertile, even if the thin war horses come here, they can be trained.

And after Fei Ran first learned the news, she explained Xicui in a serious tone.

"Sometimes people have to be soft, don't be really, and only when they make a big mistake that cannot be undone, do they think about redeeming it, and at that time, you often pay more than at the beginning."

Xicui nodded, "Niangniang, you're talking about Prince Beichen, right?" ”

Fei Ranchu didn't answer, but her attitude already said it all.

If you drive a thousand horses over, it may take longer to travel on the road, and the deal may take three months to conclude in the end, and according to this year's harvest in the Western Jin Dynasty, the time that can be supported is only three months.

Just right.

Half a month later, the envoy of the Western Jin Dynasty really arrived as promised, this time the envoy was a royal brother of Beichen Game, and Beichen Game was just brought over to apologize by the way, and the sincerity of the monarch of the Western Jin Dynasty can also be seen from this point.

Since the cooperation has basically been decided, the formation of this welcome banquet is also much grander than the last time, but Beichen Game knows very clearly that all this is just for the sake of his father Khan's face.

To be honest, he doesn't regret it at all now.

After returning to the Western Jin Dynasty, his father Khan whipped him with a horse whip for more than a dozen whips, but he endured all his anger without saying a word.

During the time when he was locked up and calm, the appearance of that woman unconsciously appeared in his mind.

The way she looked when she drank tea indifferently, the way she looked when she sneered and warned herself, the way she looked when she gently discussed the affairs of the war horse with herself.

A smile is like a lingering dream.

Finally, the banquet began, and after he sat in his place, he watched the concubines in the palace appear one by one, dressed up in flowers, but he didn't even want to look at it.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, he finally waited for the announcement.

"The Queen Mother has arrived!" The eunuch said in a thin voice.