Mei Wu stared at the token in Si Teng Feng's hand, I don't know why, what can this token do?

Si Tou Feng saw through her expression, and said with a haughty expression: "The Golden Dragon Order is inherited by the royal secret guards that have been hidden since the ancestors ascended the throne, it can command the three armies, even if Xia Houjie has a military talisman in hand, the soldiers of the three armies will not obey." ”

seems to be a calm dance, but in fact, there have already been thousands of waves in my heart.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Since he has unrivaled power, he is now here to tell her this, it can be seen that the purpose of his coming is not this, otherwise there would be no need to make such a big circle.

"Since you also understand, then I won't tell you so much" After a pause, he looked at Mai Wu solemnly, and said slowly in his magnetic voice, "I want you to write a letter by hand. ”

"What letter?"

"A letter to Xiahoujie." Sito Kaede replied.

There is a little brightness in the heart of the dance, this is what you are here for? Mei Wu sneered: "It seems that I am going to disappoint the emperor, my brother's personality must be very well understood by the emperor, and if it is my words, he will let go?" ”

"As long as you write a letter, you don't have to worry about anything else, I will take care of it." Kaede Sato interrupted the words that were about to be spoken.

How can his plan be so simple, if you want to talk about Xiahou Jie, how can he not know who he is, but Rao is a smart and proud tiger, and there will be a day when he will meet his nemesis, and Xiahou Jie, you will pay your due price for what you do.

"I don't know how the emperor casts ingots, so I can write? If not, what are you going to do with me? Her attitude was very firm, his purpose was by no means so simple, a letter, at this moment was it necessary for him to ask her to write a letter to persuade her brother to surrender? Although I don't know what his purpose is, it is more difficult to ask her to write a letter than to ascend to the sky.

Mei Wu turned around coldly, looked out the window, it was almost autumn, the emerald green leaves, also began to dim and wither, wisps of flower fragrance elegant, with a bit of autumn wind bleak, Mei Wu only felt bitter.

The corners of his lips smiled slightly, just hoping to enjoy a moment of peace, closed his eyes, and remained silent.

Sito Feng behind him was a little speechless by this scene, and he didn't know how to speak, as time went silent, she was silent, he didn't move, he looked at her back, and his expression was complicated.

Long...... The two of them were immersed in the long-lost peace.

Si Teng Feng finally spoke: "If I promise you to exchange for the Xiahou family, are you willing?" ”

Mei Wu slowly opened his eyes and pursed his thin lips: "What does the emperor ......mean?"

"I promise you, it's over, and I will never pursue all the ...... of the Xiahou family."

Listening to Kaede's promise, Mai Mai turned around and looked at him again, his frankly admitting eyes all showing his decision.

"Why should I trust you?"

"It's better to believe than not to believe, at least there's a chance, isn't it?"

Full of seductive tone, Mei Wu unconsciously began to hesitate.

What he said was not unreasonable, if he really had so many troops in his hands, why did he want her to persuade him to surrender, she had to hesitate at this point.

"The reason why I asked you to write a letter is that I don't want Kyoto to be covered with the blood of the people of the Southern Xia Kingdom, if the people are affected, do you want to see the whole of Kyoto?"

With a full tone of words, Mai Wu began to believe a little, and she was a little surprised to see the sparkling of his eyes.

stepped forward and looked him directly into the eyes, "This is my last trust in you, I only hope that it will no longer be a ......."

When Si Tou Feng heard this, his heart jumped a beat, and he secretly calmed down, didn't she agree?

With his hands behind his back, he clenched gloomily.

The dance danced sideways, and a fluttering arc filled the skirt. Walked to the desk and stood still, reached out and picked up the brush on the table, and dipped it in inkstone. Start writing.