On October 30th, Quang Ninh City Zhongwei, more than 30 miles east, less than a stick of incense from the coastline, stormy waves.

This is also the front end of the Ming army's line from the Liao River.

During the war, this was the starting point for the troops.

At this moment, the Chinese army battalion.

The autumn wind howled outside the camp, and the fire in the tent was blazing.

Huo Ying, the envoy of Houjin, was holding a letter written by Dai Shan and knelt down to Wang Qi to present it.

Dai Shan's handwritten letter is in both gold and Chinese, which is not only to express his respect for Wang Qi, but also to be unwilling to fall too low in his position.

The implication is that the two sides are at the same height and in the same position, so there is a basis for dialogue on an equal footing.

Huo Ying stood quietly in the center of the big tent, bowing his head, waiting for Wang Qi's response.

This Houjin envoy, Zhenghuang Qijiala, has more than 20 Niu Lu population in his hands, Daishan's nephew, is extremely brave, and is deeply appreciated by his uncle.

And beside him, there was also a Han man, Fan Wencheng's brother, Fan Wenyu.

However, at this time, Fan Wenyu had already shaved the tail of the money rat, and he looked the same as Huo Ying.

Facing Wang Qi, who was sitting there looking at the letter expressionlessly, for some reason, Huo Ying, who was not far away, felt that his heart was beating almost uncontrollably.

If you are in the black abyss, it is nothing more than that.

"Peace talks?"

After a while, Wang Qi threw the letter in his hand on the table, his expression as if he had heard a big joke.

It is better to say that it is a peace talk, but it is better to say that it is a condescending gift from the Jurchens.

The strong ravage the weak, don't look at a letter now, groveling, trying to ease a thing or two, and when it heals its wounds, licks its scars, and is hungry, it looks at you, and there is no mercy or mercy except green greed.

Wang Qi never believed in any nonsense at the negotiating table.

A piece of paper, far less real and reassuring than the skull wine glass.

"Daishan asked you to come, just to bluff me with a blank letter?" Wang Qi looked at the desktop with his fingers, and looked at Huo Ying's expression that was becoming more and more unkind.

The seven or eight guards in the tent were holding long knives in their hands, waiting for Wang Qi's order.

"Honorable Great. Ahem, cough, cough," because of the nervousness, his voice trembled and hoarse, Huo Ying hurriedly exhaled deeply, trying to calm the fear in his heart.

"My lord," Huo Ying swallowed his saliva and continued after a while: "This time, my Dajin came with sincerity, far from being a dead letter. ”

"Huh, sincerity?" Wang Qi nodded and sneered: "The sincerity in your mouth refers to the return of Liaoyang City, which originally belonged to me, which is also considered sincerity?" ”

Wang Qi's gaze became more and more cold, and his tone was also unkind: "Shenyang City, Fushun, Puhe, Kaiyuan, and Tieling, I am here, not just for Liaoyang City!" ”

Facing Wang Qi, who was aggressive and had no intention of talking about it at all, Huo Ying's expression was stunned, and he didn't know how to answer.

"My lord," at this time, who had been standing beside Huo Ying without speaking, Fan Wenhuan spoke, first bowing to Wang Qi, and then said respectfully: "If you are willing to talk, what do you mean, I can help convey it." ”

"Huh?" Wang Qi seemed to have just spotted Fan Wenhuan standing aside, and said with a puzzled face: "Who is?" ”

"Minions. In the face of Wang Qi's almost humiliating disregard, Fan Wenhuan's face did not change, and he replied with a smile: "Now the Internal Affairs Yuan is walking, supervising the affairs of the domain." ”

"Oh, who are you that Fan Wencheng?" Wang Qi asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's my brother," Fan Wenyu was still respectful.

"I heard that Fan Wencheng died under the city of Guangning, in the wilderness of violent corpses," Wang Qi leaned forward and said suspiciously: "Do you know about this?" ”

was exposed by Wang Qi in front of him, and it was the pain of bereavement, even if Fan Wenyu was good at cultivating qi, his body was trembling slightly at the moment, and it was almost irrepressible.

"You probably haven't even seen your brother's grave in the wilderness, have you?"

Wang Qi didn't stop and continued to ask.

"Lang Guogong, you are too much" Fan Wenhuan originally looked at the famous Wang Qi, even in the face of the enemy, he was polite and gentlemanly, but now it seems that Wang Qi's words and deeds, what is the difference between him and the ruffians in the market?

"That's it," Wang Qi interrupted Fan Wenyu's words, and said earnestly: "I will talk about peace talks with Huo Ying, as for you, I will send someone to take you to the wilderness grave outside Guangning City, you can stay there and guard the grave for your brother." ”

"Your Excellency the Governor, this is not hospitality!" At this point, Huo Ying had to stand up and stop one or two.

Huo Ying and Fan Wenhuan are one and one martial artist, and they come together, Huo Ying is responsible for making decisions, and Fan Wenhuan is responsible for negotiations, both of which are indispensable, and now Wang Qi is going to put Fan Wenhuan to death with a word, so there is still no need for this negotiation to continue.

As for Fan Wenyu, he knew even more that as long as he got out of this big tent, he would never return to Shenyang City alive - in Wang Qi's tone, he didn't plan to let himself go back.

Hearing Huo Ying's words, Wang Qi barely froze: Are you a fucking guest?

"Someone!" Wang Qi recruited the soldiers in the tent.

"The last general!" A group of guards held waist knives and stepped forward.

"Invite Master Fan down and let him die first."

Wang Qi didn't even want to look at Fan Wenhuan again.

"Wang Qi, you are ignoring state affairs and overriding the court with personal grievances!" At this moment, Fan Wenhuan knew that Wang Qi would not let go of himself, and shouted: "You insist on going your own way and are unwilling to negotiate peace with my Dajin, are you afraid that the war will stop and your authority will fall?" Your wolf ambitions, if you let the Ming court know, in my opinion, you will definitely not be tolerated by civil officials! ”

"Wolf ambition!"

"Martial arts mislead the country!"

"Unreasonable!"

"I want to surrender!"

Fan Wenyu's voice was far away, and the big tent gradually quieted down.

Huo Ying, who was standing there, turned pale at the moment, facing such a strong and unpredictable Wang Qi, the Jurchens, who had always bent their bows and drove horses to kill people like slaughtering sheep, didn't know what to do!

Pick up the letters on the table, and then light them on the fire on the side, looking at the letter paper that burned violently and soon became a piece of ashes, Wang Qi's voice sounded slowly: "You go back and tell Dai Shan that if you want peace talks, there is only one plan, that is, within ten days, the Jurchens will return to Hetuala, the land of Liaodong, and they are not allowed to see a Jurchen, otherwise, plough the court and sweep the holes, destroy their clans, and pull out their ancestral industry!" ”

Huo Ying didn't feel the slightest anger when he heard Wang Qi's words, who knows if Wang Qi would be in a bad mood in the next second? Therefore, he only replied softly: "This proposal is too harsh, and the Council of the Legislators will not agree to it!" ”

"You go and tell Dai Shan, I won't let him think about it for too long, three days later, the Ming army will be pulled out, and the city of Shenyang will fight to the death!" Wang Qi said and got up slowly: "I like to clean my neck and wait to be slaughtered, Jurchen!" ”

(End of chapter)