Helian Zhen put down his wine cup and frowned. He looked at Mo Jingli and said, "What do you think of my previous proposal?" Mo Jingli was silent. It was not that he deliberately wanted to tempt Helian Zhen. Mo Jingli was naturally moved by Helian Zhen's proposal, but it was not so easy to decide if he wanted to go to war with the Prince Ding Mansion. Even though Mo Jingli now had the whole of Jiangnan firmly in his hands, he could not guarantee that if he wanted to go to war with the Prince Ding Mansion, how many people in the court would support him?
Looking at Mo Jingli's hesitant appearance, Helian Peng knew that it was not that Mo Jingli was not moved, but that the bait he offered was not big enough. With Mo Jingli's temperament, as long as the temptation was big enough, he would never consider whether to be the enemy of the Prince Ding Mansion or the heavens.
After a moment of silence, Helian Zhen said in a deep voice, "Prince Li, to tell you the truth, before I came to Nanjing, I went to see Jhennam Of Gojoseon." Mo Jingli was startled. He narrowed his eyes and said to Helian Zhen, "What does General Helian mean?"
Helian Zhen smiled and said, "This time I sincerely want to form an alliance with Prince Li and Jhennam Of Gojoseon. And I have already persuaded Jhennam Of Gojoseon. As long as Prince Li is willing to form an alliance and send troops, Jhennam Of Gojoseon can give up a part of the benefits... "
Hearing this, Mo Jingli's eyes flashed slightly. But his expression did not change. Instead, he sneered and said, "Sincerely form an alliance? I'm afraid the Northern Tribes can't stand the Prince Ding Mansion's attack? " A trace of anger flashed through Helian Zhen's eyes, but he suppressed it in an instant. He stared at Mo Jingli and said, "At present, the Northern Tribes are indeed at a disadvantage in the war with the Prince Ding Mansion, but Prince Li may not be able to stand it. Our Northern Tribes has a strong army and strong horses. Even in Da Chu State, we still have close to a million soldiers. Reinforcements from the Northern Tribes could also arrive anytime. Furthermore … what good would it do Prince Li if my Northern Tribes were to lose? "
Mo Jingli's expression turned ugly. If the Northern Tribes were to be chased out of the North by Mo Xiuyao, the Prince Ding Mansion would become even more powerful. And from now on, the Prince Ding Mansion could rightfully occupy the entire northern region. After all, the Prince Ding Mansion was no longer related to the Da Chu State. The Da Chu State threw the Northern Territory to the Northern Tribes and the Northern Territory. Then the Prince Ding Mansion flattened the Northern Territory and chased the Northern Tribes away. These places naturally had nothing to do with the Da Chu State and Mo Jingli.
After a long silence, Mo Jingli said in a low voice, "I'm afraid no one in the Da Chu State's Imperial Court will agree to an alliance with the Northern Tribes and Western Hill." This was what Mo Jingli was most worried about. If the Western Hill and the Northern Tribes took over the Da Chu State's land, the Da Chu State's Imperial Court would not expel the enemy and restore the land. Instead, the Northern Tribes and Western Hill would ally with the Mohist army. This would be a cause for criticism.
Helian Zhen laughed and said, "I believe these small matters will not be able to stop Prince Li. Let's see if Prince Li … wants to defeat Mo Xiuyao and destroy the Prince Ding Mansion. "
Mo Jingli was silent, but his mind was already spinning rapidly. He naturally wanted to defeat Mo Xiuyao. Ever since he was young, he had dreamed of ruthlessly trampling Mo Xiuyao under his feet. Even though his current status was no less than Mo Xiuyao's, in front of him, he still seemed to be a level lower. Therefore, he always hoped that one day he could truly trample Mo Xiuyao under his feet, and take back everything that originally belonged to him.
If the Northern Tribes were really defeated by Mo Xiuyao, Lei Zhenting was already old, and Lei Tengfeng did not seem like he could be Mo Xiuyao's opponent. Lei Zhenting would probably be defeated by Mo Xiuyao once he went to Western Hill. At that time, he would not be able to hold the fort alone, and would never have the chance to turn the tables … But now, if the allied armies of the three countries pressed on the border. Even if Mo Xiuyao had the ability to reach the heavens, he would definitely not be able to resist the three countries' two to three million troops at the same time. Then the chances of victory were still very high.
Helian Zhen smiled as he looked at Mo Jingli's sometimes hesitant and sometimes conflicted appearance, and said with a smile, "Jhennam Of Gojoseon has already promised. As long as King Li agrees to send troops, he will immediately withdraw his men from Guangling City and the four provinces to the north. This can be considered a show of sincerity to King Li, and also to let King Li's troops pass through without worry. What does King Li think? "
Mo Jingli tightly gripped the wine cup in his hand, not even noticing that the fragrant chrysanthemum wine had spilled onto his hand.
"Why is King Li so hesitant? When the three of you defeat the Prince Ding Mansion, the Da Chu State can also return the capital to the Chu capital. Everything that King Li has lost will be returned, and even more, King Li can obtain even more. "Helian Zhen stared fixedly at Mo Jingli, and said without stopping.
Mo Jingli gritted his teeth, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes. He said in a low voice, "Fine, I will agree to General Helian's request. The Da Chu State … will send troops to the north in a few days! "
Helian Peng was overjoyed, and didn't have time to dislike the bland chrysanthemum wine in his cup. He raised his cup and said with a smile, "Since that's the case, let's first wish for our army to succeed, and destroy the Mohist army in one fell swoop?" Mo Jingli was silent, and only raised his head, and fiercely poured all the wine in his cup into his mouth. Seeing him like this, Helian Zhen finally let out a loud laugh.
In the garden, amidst the colorful and varied chrysanthemums, countless young masters, princes, scholars, and beauties were reciting poems and making couplets, laughing and talking endlessly. Ye Li picked up a brush and wrote a poem about chrysanthemums on a rice paper.
"Rustling west wind fills the courtyard, the cold fragrance of the bud makes it difficult for the cold butterflies to come. If I become the Qing Emperor in the future, I will repay the peach blossoms. "
Slowly finishing the last stroke, Helian Zhen's complacent laughter reached her ears. Ye Li put down the brush and said with a faint smile, "Looks like the negotiations are successful."
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