This sentence itself and the unspoken meaning hidden in it were very bloody and cruel. However, Ning Que's tone was very calm and normal, as if it was a matter of course.
He looked calm and even had a sincere smile on his face. To him, there was nothing to talk about with the Golden Tribe Royal Court. He would not accept anything other than being killed.
Even Ye Hongyu felt a chill at this moment.
Spring had just arrived, and some of the green buds on some trees were so small that they were hard to see with the naked eye, while some of the trees had already sprouted tender green leaves. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew on the street, snapping the tender stems and causing green leaves to fall.
Qingye landed on the ground from the sky, and the conversation finally came to an end. Ye Hongyu raised the demands of the West-Hill Divine Palace, which were in direct opposition to the conditions that Ning Que had raised by the Yanming Lake. The Divine Palace wanted to ensure the independence of Qinghe Prefecture, and they wanted the Tang Empire to pay a large amount of war reparations, and the royal family had to go to Peach Mountain to apologize. The Golden Palace wanted the large pasture around Xiangwan Plain and Helan City. As for Yuelun, Yan, Jin, Qi, and Song, they naturally had their own demands, but they were relatively unimportant.
After a moment of silence, Ning Que asked, "What's going on with Longqing now?"
"Two thousand elite cavalrymen were annihilated. Although he was lucky enough to survive, he was heavily injured and is currently recuperating in the divine hall. I don't know when he will recover." Ye Hongyu did not like Long Qing at all. Her expression did not change when he was mentioned, but she did not understand why Ning Que would suddenly mention him. She said, "Although his cultivation state is above yours, you should not be so vigilant."
Ning Que said, "Asking doesn't mean being vigilant."
Ye Hongyu said, "Then why ask him?"
"A few years ago in Chang 'an, I said something to him." Ning Que said, "I told him at that time that you were really beautiful. In that case, don't think too much about it."
Ye Hongyu remained silent.
Ning Que looked at her and said with a smile, "Everyone knows that Tao Addict is the most beautiful woman in the world."
"So I shouldn't be too optimistic?" Ye Hongyu said, "No matter how strong you are in your words, no matter how unwilling you are, you still have to accept these conditions."
Ning Que said with a smile, "I don't see any reason to promise you."
Ye Hongyu said, "I can't tell either. But someone told me that you would agree."
Ning Que slightly raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who? Abbey Dean? "
Ye Hongyu did not answer his question and turned to leave the green tree.
Ning Que did not leave with her. He looked at the green leaves on the ground and his frown deepened. Ye Hongyu's last two sentences made him feel uneasy.
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The negotiation between the diplomatic corps of the West-Hill Divine Palace and the Tang Empire continued in the side hall of the palace. The two sides had too much difference in judgment of the situation, and there was no way to find a mutually acceptable solution.
It was only suitable for the situation at the table, not for the negotiation. Therefore, the two sides continued to talk. Ning Que and Ye Hongyu were still watching the spring rain in the house by the Yanming Lake. They chatted about trivial things, testing each other's patience, and wanted to determine each other's confidence and bottom line.
During this time, Crown Prince Chong Ming finally ascended the throne in Chengjing City and became the new emperor of the Yan Kingdom. He successfully subdued the power of Long Qing's faction and began to focus on internal affairs.
The South Jin Kingdom also became peaceful. Under the powerful deterrence of the Sword Garret, especially under the influence of the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai, the royal family and the military that had been restless became much more rational.
The West-Hill Divine Palace Coalition Army did not completely retreat to their respective countries. Instead, they continued to stay in Qinghe Prefecture. The Qinghe warlords provided food and logistics to maintain a sufficient deterrence to the Tang Empire.
After the Tang Empire's Western Army retreated to the Pamir Mountains, the Yuelun Kingdom, which had suffered a military shortage for the first time in countless years, finally recognized their position. They kept a low profile, as if there was no such country in the world. The monks of the White Tower Temple began to prepare for the election of a new emperor, while the Xuankong Temple did not express any opinion.
The world seemed to have gotten rid of the threat of war, but no one forgot the north. The cavalry of the Golden Palace, after surviving the cold winter in the Seven Stockaded Villages, began to move again in the spring.
The soldiers and civilians of the Tang Empire all stared at the north. Although they were vigilant, they were not as nervous as they were at the beginning of the war. As time went by, the power of the Tang Empire was gradually recovering.
Smoke rose from the fields of the Eastern Border. The Northern Battlefront Army's armor was brand new, and their new weapons were very sophisticated. Caravans carrying food and supplies kept going back and forth on the well-connected roads of the Tang Empire. The mines and workshops were in full swing. The curfew in Chang 'an was lifted, and smiles gradually appeared on people's faces.
The negotiation was a competition of patience and confidence in time. The Tang Empire never lacked confidence in this aspect. From the visible changes, it seemed that the victory was in their favor.
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Mo Shanshan sat by the stream, reading an old book.
The Eldest Brother sat beside her, fishing with a fishing rod. His cotton-padded jacket gently fluttered in the breeze. He did not change his posture for a long time, as if he had fallen asleep.
The stream was a mountain stream, flowing from the pool formed by the waterfall in the cliff.
The Second Brother stood by the pool, looking at the waterfall behind the pool with a serious expression. The Big White Goose floated in the pool, its red paws plucking the water from time to time. It looked at the waterfall like the Second Brother, with a serious and mocking expression.
There were two pairs of crutches by the pool, and two teenagers under the waterfall.
Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi were squatting under the waterfall. They had not fully recovered from their injuries, and when they were hit by the strong cold water, their faces turned even paler, as if they were going to fall at any time.
In fact, they had fallen many times, but when they saw Mr. Second standing by the pool, and especially the hateful Big White Goose, they still clenched their teeth and held on.
They walked along the stones behind the pool, passed through the narrow gorge, and arrived at the precipice behind the mountain. A wheelchair was parked on a small stone platform.
Yu Lian sat in the wheelchair, holding a pen and paper in her hand. She was writing the Hairpin-style Small Regular Script. Although there was no writing desk, her handwriting on the paper was still so neat.
When her eyes were tired, she would look at the flowing clouds in front of the precipice and Chang 'an City in the distance for a short rest. Sometimes, she would look at the narrow stone path above the precipice.
The stone path led to the cliff cave where Ning Que used to practice in seclusion. It was very narrow, and it was very dangerous to walk on it. When the strong mountain wind blew, one could fall into the abyss at any time.
Tang Xiaotang was on the stone path at this time. What she needed to do was to use the blood-colored giant knife in her hand to chisel the rock wall and widen the ladder on the stone path.
This was a very meaningful work, but also a very difficult one. The rocks between the precipice were very hard. Even though she had cultivated the Devil's Doctrine since childhood and possessed great strength, it was still difficult for her to chisel it.
What annoyed her most was that the result of Yu Lian jumping into the blue sky and cutting off the rainbow in the battle of Chang 'an was that the blood-colored giant knife in her hand had been destroyed beyond recognition.
She had been chiseling on the stone path on the precipice for more than ten days, but she had only completed less than one-tenth of it. Looking up, she could not see the end of the steep mountain path. The melon shed in front of the cliff cave was still a small black dot.
The little white wolf was lying on the stone ladder above and dozing off. Listening to the sound of chiseling coming from below, it felt a little annoyed. It was not worried that it would break the stone chips, because according to the speed of the past few days, it would take at least a few days for Tang Xiaotang to chisel to where it was sleeping now.
Song Qian and the Eighth Younger Brother were playing chess with bandages.
One hand was gently plucking the strings of the zither. That was the only hand that Beigong could move.
Wang Chi was brewing medicine in the yard. There were all kinds of flowers and herbs piled up in the corner. After a while, the old yellow bull came in with a head full of wildflowers. The Fourth Brother, Fan Yue, was coughing and discussing the God-stunning Array with Mu You. The Sixth Brother looked at the iron stove that had been out for many days and sighed.
Those who taught were teaching, those who educated were educating, and those who were tortured were destined to continue to be tortured. The scholars were still reading, and the recuperating were still recuperating. The back of the mountain of the Academy was peaceful and warm.
Suddenly, the Eldest Brother opened his eyes.
He looked at the mountain stream under the stone and slowly lifted the fishing rod in his hand.
There was no hook on the line. The Eldest Brother never used a hook when fishing, not even a straight one.
But now when he lifted the fishing rod, there were three grass carps on the line.
The three grass carps were suspended in the air beside the line, struggling desperately. They were not tied to anything, but they could not break free no matter how hard they struggled. Their tails flicked, and the water droplets that were thrown out refracted the sunlight on the stream. It was very beautiful.
The Eldest Brother shook his wrist slightly, and the three grass carps were finally freed and fell into the stream.
He looked at the stream quietly and suddenly said to Mo Shanshan, "Take your time to read it. If there is anything you don't understand … just read it first. Ask me when I come back."
Mo Shanshan's expression changed slightly. She sensed that something had happened. She closed the old book and walked to the Eldest Brother. She said, "I'll go with you."
The Eldest Brother looked at her and smiled gently. He said, "It's not a big deal. It's just a little sudden."
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The Eldest Brother left the stream in a wheelchair and walked out of the clouds on the mountainside.
The expression on his face was very solemn, not as calm as usual, so he arrived very quickly.
Yu Lian was even faster than him.
She was wearing a light yellow dress, sitting in a wheelchair and looking in the direction of Chang 'an.
A cold wind blew on the mountain path, stirring up layers of yellow leaves in the autumn and the hem of her dress.
Yu Lian said, "I didn't expect that he would really come."
The Eldest Brother said, "The Headmaster is gone, so they can come as they like. What I don't understand is why they came."
Yu Lian said, "I don't understand either. It seems that we can only ask them face to face."
The Eldest Brother said gently and firmly, "I am the Senior Brother, so I should be the one asking."
Yu Lian said, "Senior Brother, you are really slow now, so I have to go."
Someone had come to Chang 'an.
They didn't know who it was.
The Eldest Brother and Yu Lian knew, so they wanted to meet him.
They looked very serious and serious, even more serious than when they faced the Abbey Dean.
Who was that person?
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