"Sanchuan Village! If you don't let you, we'll beat you out anyway!"

"You have the ability to fight, how can you still talk about peace! Gao Ping Village!"

Sven's courtiers became more and more unbridled between their words, Hou Fuzhong and Li Qing showed their strengths as literati, changing their tricks, scolding Jin Yu for "what is the flow", scolding Jin Yu for "head money slave soldiers", and scolding Jin Yu for "Tian Shenu", full of tricks, Jin Yu Han has limited understanding, but he also knows that it is not a good word, and immediately ridicules each other.

A long table separated by the battle of words is the Chu River Han Realm, which can only spit and fly, and cannot cross the boundary with swords.

Nomad Qing stood outside the dome, a little surprised, the mouth of the secret scholar turned out to be quite wild.

Mo Qianlan sat beside King Wei, listening to the noise between the two sides, and did not participate, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The quarrel continued for four moments, still inconclusive, and the people on both sides were tired of gasping and there was a moment of silence.

The Jin Emperor suddenly spoke: "If the Mo family is stationed in Kuanzhou, we can let Sanchuan Village as the boundary."

His Chinese language was not good, and he stumbled in one sentence, but it made the dome fall into a long silence.

Hou Fuzhong and Li Qing's eyes widened, and their words stopped abruptly, although they did not speak, there was a silent uproar in the hearts of the people.

King Wei gritted his teeth, and at this moment understood that what Huang Yiren said was the truth.

After the peace talks, Mo Qianlan kept the Mo family's place in Kuanzhou, and he, the prince, naturally had no place to play.

Hou and Li both had a flash of inspiration, and they also understood Mo Qianlan's purpose.

Mo Qianlan paid an unknown price and colluded with Jin Yu to seek Kuanzhou!

By the time the emperor knew, the peace talks between the two countries had ended, everything was a foregone conclusion, and the emperor could only punish Mo Qianlan and leave Mo Lingfeng.

He thought that they thought that they had fully understood Mo Qianlan's actions and intentions, and had thoroughly understood Mo Qianlan's ruthlessness.

This man only has his precious sister in his heart, and there is neither anyone else nor a dynasty.

Hou Fuzhong and Li Qingneng can be important state officials, they are both people who have experienced countless court battles, they know that there is no room for maneuver in this matter, and they also know that once they respond, they will be the emperor's punching bag afterwards.

The guns around are like forests, knives are like mountains, the strong soldiers are murderous, the iron armor is eyeing the tiger, the two of them are stared at by countless pairs of eyes, the table full of pen, ink, paper and inkstones are all sharp blades, and the white dome is pressed on the top of their heads, and they can't break free.

Mo Qianlan crossed his hands on his abdomen, smiling, and his eyes were a blur of blood—the people present did not know that death was coming, and they were still struggling.

He didn't wait too long, and Hou Fuzhong wisely threw the question to the king of Wei.

"What does the prince think?"

King Wei had no one to shirk, and he didn't see Huang Yiren, his nervous palms were sweaty, and he nodded, "Yes, yes."

"Okay." The little prince couldn't help but smile, after all, he was young, and he couldn't hide his gaze, looking at Mo Qianlan.

At this time, it was the end of the hour, and the major events of the national border were decided, and the rest of the silver, silk, tea, and other things were discussed quickly, but at four o'clock, it was decided.

The dust has settled on the oath of the two dynasties.

King Wei had difficulty writing a book, so he asked Hou Fuzhong to write it.

"On October 15, the 30th year of the Yuan Chapter, the Jokhang Emperor hereby made an oath to the Dajin Emperor: the two dynasties will be rebuilt and repaired, the case will be suspended, and the war will be built together, with 300,000 taels of silver per year, 100,000 horses of silk, and 1,000 catties of tea......

After writing, Hou Fuzhong copied another copy, dried the ink, and handed it to the king of Wei.

The king of Wei took out the king's seal, covered it with cinnabar ink, and after the seal was dry, he got up to exchange oaths.

His hands trembled so badly that just as he was about to get up, Mo Qianlan suddenly stretched out his hand and took the oath: "Lord Wang, I'll come."

King Wei tightened a string, held the power book in both hands and handed it to Mo Qianlan, his eyes involuntarily looking for Huang Yiren's whereabouts.

While looking for it, his chest rose and fell violently, and his heart was wild, almost popping out of his mouth - Mo Qianlan died, and this peace talks would be interrupted, but it didn't matter, these were all things that could be remedied.

Found it

Finish!

Huang Yiren didn't know when he came in, he stood close to the dome, his hands were folded in his sleeves, his eyes shone aggressively, and he was approaching Mo Qianlan - Mo Qianlan was wearing too little today, there was no crane, and even the long shirt was very thin.

He quickly put this oddity behind him, and with his right hand clenched a crossbow in his left sleeve, lest it fall down, take shape, and be noticed.

This crossbow is a seven-inch crossbow transformed from a seven-inch bow by the golden-captive craftsman, the crossbow body is no more than half an arm, the horse's face and teeth are made of copper, the string is a hemp untie suo za silk, the arrow cluster is similar to the seven-inch bow and arrow cluster, because it is too small, it can not shoot fifty steps, and it cannot be easily shaken, and it is very rare on the battlefield.

But this kind of crossbow arrow cluster is lighter, no more than three coins, and the entire iron arrow does not weigh more than eight coins, and it is extremely explosive, and it can pierce armor in an instant, even if Mo Qianlan wears iron armor, he can't prevent it.

A layer of sweat quickly appeared on the back of King Wei, and his whole head was steaming, holding it in his head, turning into water, cold from his sideburns, and his palms were wet, and he could take out a handful of water when he exerted himself.

He looked at Mo Qianlan.

Mo Qianlan got up, took the oath in one hand, put the other hand into his sleeve, took out a piece of bamboo paper folded into Fang Sheng unobtrusively, closed it under the oath, and walked in front of the little prince.

The four guards beside the little prince looked at Mo Qianlan and Yin Nan vigilantly, as long as there was a slight mistake, they would take action.

King Jin is the only son, and he can't be damaged at all.

Yin Nan also stared at the little prince, his eyes swept over his hat, placket, sleeves, waist, and boots inch by inch, and once he saw any traces of the blade hiding, he immediately took Mo Qianlan to retreat.

Huang Yiren's eyes lit up, and his hand poked an inch out of his sleeve - no one paid attention to him, this was a good opportunity.

Just as he was about to make a move, Mo Qianlan suddenly squatted down.

His hand immediately withdrew into his sleeve, and quietly changed direction, avoiding Yin Nan - the moment Mo Qianlan squatted down, he saw that Yin Nan also quickly changed positions, so that Mo Qianlan was always under his protection.

He only has one chance, he must hit with one blow, and the closer he gets to Mo Qianlan, the better.

The four guards were also shocked by Mo Qianlan's movements, and hurriedly stepped forward, seeing Mo Qianlan squatting on the ground, unable to hide a knife in his thin clothes, and his two wide sleeves falling softly to the ground, before taking a half step back.

Even though the oath has been decided, they are still wary of each other.

Hou Fuzhong and Li Qing did not know that danger was coming, but they breathed a sigh of relief - they were like the King of Wei, they were like falling into a nightmare, the difference was that as soon as the peace talks were over, their nightmare would wake up.

Mo Qianlan and the little prince looked at each other and smiled slightly: "I have seen a portrait of your father, and you look very similar to him."

Because Mo Qianlan was as weak as his father, the little prince felt very kind, and nodded shyly: "Yes."

He handed the oath to Mo Qianlan, and Mo Qianlan also reached out and handed Fang Shenghe the oath to the little prince.

A dull and abrupt voice rang out from the dome.

The voice was fast and urgent, and the first to react was Yin Nan.

She slammed her shot, but when her fingertips touched the tail of the arrow, the body of the arrow had already been nailed into Mo Qianlan's back with a "poof".

The moment the iron arrow pierced Mo Qianlan's back, he suddenly strangled the little prince into his arms, the two were inseparable, the crossbow arrow shattered the hard bones in Mo Qianlan's chest, broke the skin and flesh from the front, and then pierced the little prince's body, drilling out half of the back.