Chapter 1223 Make Him Brood

"King of Nanling's game of taking advantage of the fire to rob is perfectly played, and this emperor admires it."

Walking beside Feng Qingbai, Ba Nian had a cold smile on his face.

"Xiliang Emperor Miozan, if you don't come to the door, this king will not find a chance even if he wants to take advantage of the fire." Feng Qingbai also had a smile on his face, smiling lightly.

Feng Mohan deeply agrees with the emperor's words, "Speaking of it, it's not considered a robbery. In order to show our friendship with Xiliang, my Nanling was finally reduced from twelve cities to eight cities. If it were any other dynasty, it would be the same. I can't be as generous as my Nanling. I thought the Emperor of Xiliang would be grateful."

gratitude? The smile on Ba Nian's face was even colder, "It's true that your country lost four cities, but those four cities were exchanged with my Xiliang Holy Witch Clan!"

"Didn't it be exchanged by the Emperor Xiliang's nod?" Beside him, the man in purple said lightly, which made Ba Nian's heart choke.

That's right, he nodded and agreed to the exchange, and he had nothing to say about this.

If he didn't agree, the Shengwu tribe would still belong to Xiliang, and he would continue to lose four more cities.

It was him who chose the city between the four cities and the Holy Witch Clan.

It also shows that in his eyes, that ethnic group is not as important as the four cities.

It was he who gave up the Holy Witch Clan.

At that moment, Ba Nian felt the sarcasm hidden in the man's words, and his face felt like he was slapped severely, with burning pain.

Feng Qingbai saw through him.

That man knew that the position of the Holy Witch Clan in his heart was far less important than actual interests.

The former emperor of Xiliang devoted himself to pursuing longevity, so he was buried alive in the tomb in the end? The blood that can help him prolong his life cannot save his life at a critical moment.

Therefore, the holy witch clan is dispensable to Tabanian.

He also cares about power, but he doesn't believe in longevity, he only believes in himself.

Feng Mohan was very satisfied with the Xiliang Emperor's silence. Nanling's complete victory in this game was due to his perfect cooperation with the emperor's uncle. As long as he helped the emperor's uncle, he would definitely be able to help the emperor's uncle get twice the result with half the effort.

Thinking that from now on, he will become an indispensable person around the emperor's uncle, Feng Mohan is even more satisfied.

Even the eyelids that kept fighting couldn't stop his joy.

It was almost three o'clock at this time, the stars in the sky became sparse, and the night was as thick as ink.

The lighting lanterns hanging in front of the palace gate were soaked by the night light, making them less bright, illuminating the surroundings feebly.

After leaving the palace gate, the two parties were either excited or depressed, immersed in their own emotions, and no one noticed the carriage standing quietly opposite the palace.

"Since the two dynasties have reached an agreement to cease the war, please send a letter to the border from the Emperor of Nanling and the prince as soon as possible to order General Nanling to retreat." Before getting into the carriage, Ba Nian emphasized again.

If he didn't mention it, he was worried that Nanling would delay deliberately and Xiliang couldn't afford it.

The reason why Xiliang suffered such a big loss in this negotiation is because of the word "urgent", otherwise, it would be impossible for Nanling to get eight cities from him no matter what.

"Don't worry, the emperor of Xiliang, I will go to the northwest later, and I must send an order to the general of Nanling in the shortest possible time. After all, Mocheng will be my land in Nanling. If Nanling continues to attack the city, it will not be flooded into the Dragon King Temple." Feng Feng Mo Han agreed with a smile, every word of his heart.

The forced smirk on Ba Nian's face was already hard to maintain, just as the carriage drove up, he immediately lifted the curtain and got into the carriage.

Outside the window, the uncle and nephew said "walk slowly" in unison.

Such as the hypocrisy of withdrawing!

Watching the carriage start to leave, the matter had a real sense of dust settled, Feng Mohan was still immersed in excitement, and wanted to share his feelings with the man beside him, "Uncle Emperor..."

But the man turned a deaf ear and walked straight towards a carriage quietly parked opposite.

The curtain of the carriage over there also happened to be opened, revealing the woman's smiling face.

Tsk tsk, Aunt Huang couldn't sleep if Uncle Huang didn't go back all night.

"Aunt Huang, don't worry. During the negotiation, all the eunuchs and servants entered the palace to serve you. I didn't put a coquettish girl in, so I will show you the emperor's uncle."

The people around were almost gone, not afraid of being heard by outsiders, Feng Mohan yelled to the opposite side, turned around and ran away.

Taking advantage of the fact that the emperor's uncle is far away, he can still escape.

Impulse is the devil, he regretted it after shouting.

He is showing his loyalty to the emperor's aunt, and the emperor's uncle probably won't settle accounts after the fall... right?

He didn't know that his uncle didn't care about him at all at this time. At this moment, Feng Qingbai's eyes are only filled with the woman in the carriage smiling at him.

At this moment, seeing her appearing here, Feng Qingbai couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

When he saw the carriage just outside the palace gate, he guessed that she must be here.

If he hadn't tried his best to restrain himself, he would have rushed over to rub her into his arms.

Her appearance made his heart burn hot.

The exhaustion from playing games all day disappeared without a trace the moment she saw her smiling face.

Not far from the palace gate, there was a carriage that stopped suddenly because of Feng Mohan's words.

The people in the carriage quickly opened the curtain and looked back, but they only had time to see a piece of purple clothes jumping into the carriage.

Other than that, there was only the faint candlelight in the carriage fainting through the window.

Ba Nian's eyes were fixed.

Feng Mohan's aunt is Princess Nanling. The woman whom he had never seen the real face and who always made him worry about was in that carriage.

Unexpectedly, she would come to the gate of the palace at midnight to pick up King Nanling.

He had heard many rumors about Nanling King and Nanling Princess, and they all said that the two had a deep love for each other, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.

Putting down the curtain, Ba Nian ordered the carriage to start again, without waiting for the carriage behind to come.

It's just the eyes hidden in the darkness, shining with an unknown light.

The princess of Nanling is deeply attached to the king of Nanling, but can the king of Nanling really want this person in his life as promised?

In all dynasties and generations, as long as the children of the royal family are not wives and concubines in groups to keep the branches and leaves flourishing, how long can the King of Nanling last.

The days to come will be long, and he has plenty of time, so take his time.

Feng Qingbai got into the carriage and sat next to Liu Yusheng, "How long have you been here, are you tired?"

She has always had a regular schedule, and she hasn't rested until this hour, so how can she not be tired.

What he asked was nonsense.

"Not tired," Liu Yusheng shook her head, with a faint smile in the corner of her eyes, her eyes fell on the man's tired eyebrows, she didn't say anything, just let him lean against her.

Liu Zhixia closed the scroll in his hand, raised his eyes, "There are two big living people in the car, are they in your way?"

"So you're here. I didn't notice that you didn't speak."

"It's the girl who wants to come, I can't stop it, I can only follow."

"Are you sure you don't take Shengsheng as the first bird?"

Liu Zhixia wanted to slap the scroll in his hand on the man's head, did he need his daughter to make him a head bird?

Is he the kind of heartless brother?

Post a chapter to tell you little goblins, I didn’t abandon the article, it’s just an extraordinary period, the update is slow~~~ There are two more chapters to be released before twelve o’clock, I’m rushing~