"Prince Duan, let's not go around the corner, let's talk about some serious business." Changsun Hong's face was a little more calm and less childish than ten years ago. His brilliant eyes looked like a child and innocent person, but when he became serious, his uneven aura could spurt out of his pupils, threatening everyone who looked at him.

So when he said this, Duan Xiangxing, who looked up and met his eyes, had a cold war.

Not long ago, the owner of these eyes gave a cold-blooded order to kill two thousand soldiers from Dali Beizhen. The chopped heads hung on the spear on the battlefield. The stench of wind and sun drifted across dozens of miles to Shanchan Prefecture. The king of Dali Zhenbei, who was guarding the city, was so scared that he blocked the city gate with a stone.

"Okay... Mr. Changsun, in fact, the Lone King came here to ask for peace." Duan Xiangxing carefully used the words and recalled the bottom line that his father told him before leaving: "Dali and Shimen's tribes were originally a family, but they were separated for various reasons a hundred years ago. Since they were born from the same root, why are they too anxious to fight each other? No one can do anything good for us to fight each other."

"What Prince Duan said is that I think so too." Changsun Hongda nodded and then asked leisurely: "Do you agree to my conditions?"

"This... we are willing to pay compensation and compensate for all losses. The amount can be negotiated." Duan Xiangxing frowned and said, "But the thirty-six barbarians, the gentleman also knew that they were not under the control of the Dali court. They were basically the tops of the mountain that proclaimed themselves as kings. It was a bit embarrassing to take them under Shimenfan's command."

"Dali doesn't have to worry about this. Shimenfan has been doing business with them for so long. To put it bluntly, we provide the clothes that every chieftain wears in the morning and the urinals used in the night. We have a close relationship with the Thirty-Six Ministry. I have fought with you Zhenbei soldiers for so many battles. Has any one helped you? No!" Changsun Hong said with a smile, looking at Duan Xiangxing's expression, and seemed very interested: "I only have a name, and it's legal to comply with the rules."

"But... Mr. Changsun, the title of King Bei of Dali Town has always been only available for royal family. You don't even have the bloodline of the Shimen tribe. Just granting titles like this... it's really hard to convince the public." Duan Xiangxing said in embarrassment, with a sincere look on his face.

Changsun Hong kept a smile, but the coolness in his smile overflowed from every pore: "There are exceptions in everything. Isn't the founding king of Dali the founding king also a palace general in Nanzhao who started his career?"

Duan Xiangxing almost felt shocked when he heard this.

He understood what this said.

Duan Siping, the founding king of Dali, was originally the governor of Tonghai, Nanzhao, and rebelled against him. He was independent in Dali. Changsun Hong was a threat to the naked one. Can Duan Siping do what he could do?

Thinking of the past five years, Shimenfan has gradually eroded Dali's territory. The border border on the north has moved several hundred miles south. After a while, he will probably arrive outside Dali City.

The barbarians of the Shimen Brigade almost defeated nearly 10,000 troops from Dali Zhenbei Prefecture with their own strength. In the past, the chaotic barbarians became powerful as if they were transformed, with a proper advancement and retreat, clear standards, and good military tactics, combined with their excellent equipment and weapons, combined with their strong individual skills, were basically indescribable to Dali.

The one who did all this and trained the barbarians who could not read a big word to become a strong military country was the young man who was not astonishingly handsome in front of him.

"......I will go back to report to my father." Duan Xiangxing said in a low voice, as weak as an eggplant.

"Then I'll wait for the good news." Changsun Hong put his hands on the table and looked around: "But Prince Duan, where is your prime minister?"

"Hmm?" Duan Xiangxing's heart thumped.

"I said, where is your prime minister? Where is Gao Yuchenglong?" Changsun Hong looked at his eyes: "If the prime minister doesn't come forward, the prince doesn't come forward. What's wrong with it? He is too busy to get out of trouble?"

He leaned closer, with a smile on his face: "Or he didn't know at all?"

Duan Xiangxing suddenly leaned back and looked at Changsun Hong who was leaning over in shock and fear. His sharp eyes made him feel helpless, as if he was thinking clearly in his heart.

"The Prime Minister...he..." Duan Xiangxing hesitated and could not give a reasonable reason for a moment.

"Prince, don't worry, let me say it." Changsun Hong leaned back and said slowly: "Gaoyouchenglong is in Dali City at this moment. You came out of the city to meet me because you were hiding it. It is not easy to do this. Once a little bit of the news is revealed, your position as the prince will not be reliable. With the power of the Gao family, your father cannot protect you. In order to protect himself, he will definitely throw you out as a scapegoat."

"But you are still here and take great risks." Changsun Hong continued: "Why is this? I think it must be not to make peace with me. It is open and honest, and there is nothing to hide. Dali has been defeating the war anyway."

He reached out and scratched his forehead, as if he was really thinking, but others seemed to be acting more like he was acting: "When I think about it this way, there is no other possibility except to talk to me about something like killing Gao Yuchenglong and taking back the rights that should belong to the Duan family."

"The King of Zhenbei can give it to me, but it's just used it as a bargaining chip." Changsun Hong scratched his head and looked at Duan Xiangxing, showing a mysterious smile: "As long as I can defeat the Gao family in one fell swoop, let alone the King of Zhenbei, it's okay to be with one word, right? Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

Duan Xiangxing suddenly became anxious and blurted out: "The king of one word is too much! It must not be..."

His mouth opened and closed, and gradually he could not make any sound, looking at Changsun Hong with his eyes.

The old god of Changsun Hong is here, drinking tea without saying a word.

Duan Xiangxing smiled bitterly, sat upright, shook his head and sighed: "It is said that Mr. Changsun is the first to predict everything, and he has the ability of unpredictable gods and ghosts. The Lone King Chuchu didn't believe it. I saw it myself today, and it turned out to be different from ordinary people!"

"I just think you are praising me." Changsun Hong blinked.

"The Mingren will not say secret words to you. Since Mr. Changsun knows everything, I guess there is a spy in the Dali Palace City, but I don't know how far Mr. Changsun has learned?" Duan Xiangxing said. He has given up talking to Changsun Hong in a negotiating manner.

Changsun Hong remained silent and kept sitting upright: "What should I know, I know."

Duan Xiangxing looked at him, not caring about Changsun Hong's sloppy eyes, with a solemn expression and a dangerous face. The majesty of the prince of a country was revealed.

"Sir, the Lone King took the risk, and peace talks is just a cover. Just send an envoy to such a thing." Duan Xiangxing gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "What my father and I value is Mr.'s wisdom and the strong military strength of Shimenfan. With Mr.'s strength, the Gao family is just a dry bone in the tomb! As long as the gentleman is willing to take action to deal with Gao Yuchenglong, who has no king or father, the father can immediately issue an order to grant Mr. the title of King of Dali Town North!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!