The winter wasteland, even if there are mountains sheltering the wind and hot springs flowing, is still cold, but the negotiations between the royal court and the Central Plains countries have been going on for several days and have entered the hottest stage.

The team of temple cavalry escorted the nobles here, because Princess Shan Yu liked flowers and plants very much, and she was forced to cultivate the Fa due to the atmosphere of the wasteland, so she earnestly repaired the book and asked the temple to let the Lu Chendi come to the royal court for a while, so that he could ask for advice in person.

This matter has nothing to do with the negotiations, but it started when the negotiations reached an impasse, and it was a subsidiary emotional exchange like the grain and grass sent by the girls of the Great River Country.

Whether it is the barbarian Left Tent Court or the Central Plains countries, they do not want to continue the war, the first few months of invasion and plundering and the later conflicts and killings, the cause is because of the return of the desolate people to the south, the former is a problem of resources, the latter is a problem of attitude, the so-called negotiation, but the two sides in the scale of the army and the supply of grain and grass bargaining.

In the face of hundreds of thousands of desolate people who have reappeared in the world after a thousand years, it is only right for the two sides to work together to resist, but it should be the one who should lead the matter, and who should send more troops?

The deserters are born warriors, and the steppe cavalry, who suffered heavy casualties in the bloody battle of the Northland at the beginning of spring, once again proved this assertion that was about to be forgotten. Well, to stop the desolate people from going south or even drive them back to the extremely cold north, there must be a very painful price, and who wants to let their army rush to the front?

Regarding this matter, both the temple and the Tang Empire showed an extremely tough attitude, the army was pressed on the Yanbei Manman, and the younger generation of cultivators of various sects did their best, and the strength of the grassland left tent royal court was already injured in the war with the desolate people, and in the face of this situation, Shan Yu also wanted to show that he was tough, and he didn't have much confidence.

Negotiation is to see whose cervical spine is harder, to see whose confidence is more sufficient, once one party is not confident enough to bow his head, the negotiation will naturally go a lot smoother. The day after Ning Que and the disciples of Mochi Yuan arrived at the royal court, the two sides of the negotiation finally reached a consensus.

Before the second wave of fertile grass grows at the turn of spring and summer next year, the Left Horde Royal Court sent its main force north to attack the Desolate Tribes, and as for the Central Plains, it only agreed to send a cavalry force of about 6,000 men, but promised to give the Left Horde the most generous economic assistance, and agreed to provide most of the grain, grass and ordnance needed by the Left Horde.

The news of the successful negotiations, blown by the winter wind, spread throughout the meadow as fast as it could, and the cloud-like tents resounded with enthusiastic cheers or muffled curses, and the royal tribe began to prepare spirits and delicacies, and in addition to this, it was decided to hold an impromptu meeting of Gmumu.

The royal court temporarily decided to convene the Gemumu conference, one is to celebrate the success of the peace talks, and the other is to take this opportunity to let the people of the royal court tribe and the people of the Central Plains countries communicate more, so as to have harmonious feelings and dilute hatred. As for whether this intention can be realized in the end, no one knows.

The sound of the piano is loud, the horn is played, all kinds of colored flags are flying in the wind, and the grassland gathers to see people from all over the place, which is very lively, especially the open field of the test shooting, which is densely surrounded.

The people in leather or padded jackets, who did not climb their shoulders like brothers, still stood with their companions, each in their own camp, but this did not prevent them from applauding the wonderful riding performance at the Gamum Congress.

At the end of the sheep hunting competition, the winning rider received a big prize, which made the next archery competition even more exciting.

A royal court archer successfully defeated his opponent with his superb archery skills, and the arrows in the red heart of the arrow target seemed to overlap, making the crowd cheer.

Ning Que and the big river girls stopped in the crowd to watch.

No one in the temple paid attention to the arrival of the disciples of Mochi Yuan, and they were also idle, and simply went out of the tent to watch the excitement, while Mo Shanshan stayed in the tent to write as usual, and everyone was used to it and did not persuade each other.

The lynx girl looked at the royal court archer who was carried on the shoulders of the men of the same tribe to show off, snorted disdainfully, pulled Ning Que's sleeve beside her, and said, "Senior brother, why don't you participate in the competition? Whether it is riding or archery, these people are far worse than you, can you go up and bring all the rewards back?"

Ning Que glanced at her and said with a smile: "Of course it's not good"

Facing this little girl, he always felt that what he saw was Sangsang when he was a child, so his expression and words naturally revealed a little closeness.

"Dare to make a move at the Gemumu Conference, they are all the greatest hunters on the grassland, and the previous Muguo archers are also very powerful, even if I participate in the competition, where can I definitely win?"

This is the truth, whether it is the wasteland or the Central Plains, the hidden dragon and the crouching tiger do not know how many unknown strong people are hidden, where is the reason for victory. This is also a lie, Ruo Ning lacks all his strength, whether it is the previous sheep catching competition or the archery competition at this time, no one can really beat him in the field.

The lynx girl looked at him and sighed helplessly: "Senior brother, you are good at everything, but it's not good to be too modest."

Ning Que couldn't help laughing, thinking that no matter Mo Shanshan or the Tmall girl, he would always praise himself directly and sincerely in various ways, if he stayed with these girls of the Great River Country with a pure state of mind for a long time, he was really worried that he would one day float all the way to the sky.

He rubbed her head dotingly and said, "When you grow up in the future, you will understand that if you always want to be in the limelight, then there will always be a time when you are blown by the wind." ”

Dahe's national style is deeply influenced by the Tang Kingdom, stoic and concise, yearns for victory, attaches great importance to honor, regards it as life, and naturally has to fight for it with all his might, so the Tmall girl doesn't understand why he said this, and her bright eyes are full of puzzled looks. In addition to a variety of competitions and entertainment, the royal tribe also provided a lot of food for people from the conference. The heart of the Tmall girl was attracted by the oily roast leg of lamb, and she instantly forgot her previous doubts, and the girls of the Great River Country such as Zhihua were also tempted by milk tea and other foreign delicacies that had never been seen before and gradually dispersed into the crowd.

Peace is the carnival season, and the royal court grassland at this time is undoubtedly the safest place in the world, Ning Que glanced at the girl of the Great River Country who was curious and eager to try in front of various food stalls, smiled, and was not too worried.

A meadow in the distance suddenly became more lively, and the noisy cheers and cheers came and went, and the winter clouds on the sky seemed to be about to be shaken away by the heat wave.

The lynx girl held the big roast leg of lamb, her bright eyes were round, and she looked at it curiously, but she couldn't see what was going on inside because of the crowd.

"It's supposed to be the horse race. ”

Ning Que took the roast leg of lamb that her little hand was about to lift, took out the handkerchief in her arms and handed it to her, motioning for her to wipe the oil stains off the corners of her lips, and continued: "The people in the wasteland live as nomads and are the best at riding and shooting, and horses are extremely important to them, so horse racing is the most important program at the Germum Conference. ”

The Tmall girl said excitedly: "Senior brother, I'm going to see it." ”

Ning Que held an oily leg of lamb in one hand, and led the small hand of the Tmall girl in the other hand and walked towards the periphery of the crowd.

He did not lead her to the edge of the horse racing meadow, but to a gentle slope outside the camp, where the grass was early yellow, and she was lying on the ground waiting for next spring.

Because of the participation of the Central Plains people in this meeting, the royal court attaches great importance to it, especially the horse racing, which they are best at.

The tribe had vacated hundreds of tents for this purpose, enclosing a huge area of land between the pastures.

Horse racing is a race to win, simple and straightforward and exciting. At this time, the race has begun, more than ten horses are running on the grassland, the horse's hooves are chaotic like rain, kicking the gravel flying, dust and smoke everywhere, if the eyesight is good, you should be able to see the tremor of the horse's oily subcutaneous muscles when exerting force.

The edge of the vacated large grassland was surrounded by a fence, which was the track, Ning Que stood on the gentle slope and looked down, and at a glance, he calculated that he had run a third of it.

More than ten horses have gradually divided into two groups according to their strength, and there are three horses in the front and three horses in the front. According to the costumes of the knights on the horses, it can be roughly distinguished, and the first three horsemen belong to the palace and the Tang army respectively.

In particular, the steed under the Templar Knight's body was snow-white, with strong hooves, and when he ran at full speed, he brought out a white afterimage, as if it were a snowstorm.

Ning Que is different from most soldiers, he has never been a horse lover, but he has been in Biansai Weicheng for many years, and naturally knows horses, he looked at the snow-white steed, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration: "This horse is good, if it is equipped with a good rider, it is probably only worse than that fool." ”

When he said this, his right hand was still holding the oily leg of mutton, and his appearance couldn't help but look a little funny.

The lynx girl was holding a knife that she had just bought from a herdsman, and was trying to cut off a perfect piece of meat in front of the leg of mutton. ”

The big black that the little girl mentioned indignantly is naturally the big black black.

In order to facilitate the nobles to watch the race, the grassland that was circled out for horse racing was specially set up in front of the royal tent. A group of nobles stood in front of the tent and watched the tense horse race, laughing and discussing.

In the corner of the gorgeous royal tent, Princess Shan Yu looked at the quiet Ruolan girl beside her, and said with a smile: "Princess Chenjia, it seems that this horse will not disgrace you." ”

At this time, the snow-white steed that took the lead in the wilderness, (1553 fastest update full text) was the mount given to the girl by Princess Shan Yu last night, and today it was ridden by a temple cavalryman, and the table was really extraordinary.

The girl smiled and responded, "Thank you for the princess's generous gift." ”

The princess looked at the girl's elegant face, thinking about her story, and her smile became more and more gentle: "If you are an unsightly mortal horse, how can you be worthy of you, a who is not in the turbid world?"

The girl looked at the snow-white horses galloping on the field, and her heart was also a little happy, and she thought that the person did not like to describe it the most, and after thinking for a while, she whispered: "It's okay to call Xiaoxue." ”