Chapter 310: Envoy

Le Luo Luo suppressed the stormy waves in his heart and responded first:

"Brother Wang, rest assured, whoever leaks half a word, let alone you won't spare him, I won't spare him either!"

Ang Ta also immediately expressed his position, his voice like a loud bell:

"Today's matter in the tent, once out of this door, it will rot in the heart! Whoever can't control his tongue, I will peel his skin!"

All the barbarians responded in unison.

Xiao Baoyue listened to the barbarian voices in her ears, looked at Wang Yang's deep face and the appearance of cupping hands to pay tribute, and her consciousness finally broke away from the blankness, as if struggling to probe her head from the deep water, choking on a breath of cool air. In the chaos, a trace of clarity was gathered, but this trace of clarity was quickly filled by more surging shame and anger. She was so angry that she trembled all over, incoherent:

"Where where is the child? He is talking nonsense! I never... I have never... he is talking nonsense! Where did the child come from? He..."

Wang Yang immediately interjected:

"I am talking nonsense, there is no child, there has never been a child!"

While speaking, he winked at Le Luo Luo and Ang Ta.

Le Luo Luo echoed: "There is no child..."

Ang Ta was a bit speechless. Although he had eaten melons happily before, he was here to do business after all. As the head of a tribe, are you treating me as playing house with you? But there was no way. This fart matter involved two Han envoys. If he didn't give face, Le Luo Luo would take the lead, so he had to follow and express his position:

"There is no child, really no..."

Xiao Baoyue felt that the scene in front of her was shaking! She was anxious in her heart, and almost cried out of anger! She didn't care about the occasion and planning anymore, and directly pointed at Wang Yang and shouted: "Come here!"

Lian San and Xin Yi stepped forward, Chen Qingshan gripped the long spear tightly, and her phoenix eyes condensed with electricity.

Le Luo Luo's sitting posture was slightly sideways, while Ang Ta moved his palm on his knee without changing his expression.

The atmosphere in the tent was as dangerous as a hanging hair, as if a bowstring was about to break!

Wang Yang was as calm as water, looking at Xiao Baoyue and saying:

"The 'Zuo Zhuan' says: 'Private hatred does not reach the public, good does not discard mistakes, evil does not go to good.' You and I are both envoys today. You are here to pacify the barbarian tribe for Jingzhou, and I also have the order of the Imperial Court. The burden on our shoulders is a heavy responsibility of the state. How can we discard the public for private reasons? At this moment in the tent, we should only discuss public affairs, not private grievances. I don't know if Miss Xiao thinks so?"

Xiao Baoyue stared at Wang Yang, a pair of apricot eyes almost spraying fire! The flames burned brightly in her autumn-water-like pupils, as if she was about to ignore everything and burn everything to ashes!

But the next moment, the flames that were about to spray out were forcibly pressed back by her with amazing willpower.

Her breathing began to calm down, her figure gradually stabilized, her fingertips no longer trembled, and even the charming lines of her snow-white neck became smooth again. It's just that the anger in her eyes didn't completely dissipate, but rapidly cooled, condensed, and settled, turning into something deeper and more dangerous.

She looked at Wang Yang, her eyes deep, and said slowly:

"Young Master Wang's words are very true. It was my impulse just now. Please forgive me, Young Master. It's just that I hope the young master can really do what he says about 'private hatred does not reach the public'."

Le Luo Luo and Ang Ta saw that Xiao Baoyue could have such composure and tolerance, and they couldn't help but look at her with admiration. Ang Ta was actually okay. He had been receiving Xiao Baoyue for the past few days and had long known that she was very talented and not an ordinary person, so seeing this scene was not too surprising. But Le Luo Luo was seeing Xiao Baoyue for the first time. At first, he thought she was just a pampered guest relying on her royal status. Hearing that she was a Jingzhou envoy, he estimated that she was just playing around and bringing a letter by the way. Later, hearing Wang Yang's words, although his view began to change, it was only because he was suspicious of her purpose of going to the Yongning barbarians, but he didn't pay much attention to her personally. Now he didn't expect this woman to have such extraordinary wisdom! Can't be underestimated...

Then he thought again: Chen and Xiao are both beauties, one cold and heroic, with beautiful bones and strong body. One is charming and bright, with a country-toppling appearance. This Wang Yang is indeed blessed, no wonder he doesn't look at barbarian women...

Wang Yang saw Xiao Baoyue defeated but not chaotic, and his heart couldn't help but be a bit solemn. He knew that Xiao Baoyue was not easy to deal with, so no matter whether she could keep her reason or endure humiliation and turn around, it didn't exceed Wang Yang's expectations. But he didn't expect that in such a situation, she actually remembered to lay out the chess pieces.

Wang Yang's sentence "private hatred does not reach the public" had no problem at all, because the one Wang Yang had been deliberately creating was to let bystanders see that Xiao Baoyue had enough reasons to hate Wang Yang, while Wang Yang himself had always played the role of feeling guilty. So Xiao Baoyue's final request for Wang Yang to do what he said, at first glance, seemed a bit nonsensical, but if you think about it carefully, it seems to hide some hidden feelings that bystanders don't know. Wang Yang's original intention for saying this sentence was to bury back-up plans, and Xiao Baoyue's saying this sentence likely also had the same intention.

Wang Yang didn't continue to entangle in the problem of private hatred, but smiled:

"Miss Xiao can think so, that's the best. Today you and I are guests, and the two leaders are the hosts. We shouldn't take the place of the host and disturb the two leaders' discussion."

You despicable and shameless liar, who is we with you?!

Xiao Baoyue had already cut Wang Yang into thousands of pieces in her heart, but smiled slightly on her face: "It should be so."

The two politely returned the main stage to Le Luo Luo and Ang Ta, completely unable to see any difference, as if the previous stepping and blacking, and the explosive big melon, were just hallucinations that everyone felt in a trance.

The final negotiation that determined whether the Wenyang tribe and the Yongning tribe were at peace or at war began in this slightly abrupt and strange atmosphere.

The two first reaffirmed the Pan King's oath, swearing that each brought eight hundred barbarian soldiers, and the meeting brought ten people, without setting an ambush. After checking the camp and counting the number of people, the negotiation officially began. At first, they were a bit out of state, without the fierce confrontation of previous negotiations. Instead, they began to detour and yin-yang, not knowing whether it was brought by the dog-blood drama of Wang Yang and Xiao Baoyue, or because they had concerns in front of the two Han envoys, so they couldn't let go. Until after the mutual release of trash talk, and then talking about the issue of land ownership, the two sides found the feeling again, their voices gradually raised, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger and stronger. As for the Han envoys they brought, at least on the surface, both of them were fearless and didn't care.

Since the barbarian negotiation began, Xiao Baoyue had entered a cold and alienated state, neither angry nor smiling anymore,

holding her style, without even looking at Wang Yang.

Wang Yang observed Le Luo Luo and Ang Ta who were arguing endlessly, talked to Chen Qingshan with a folding fan, and met Xin Yi's eyes, conducting a "cross-server communication" that seemed to be in harmony but actually didn't connect at all.

Although Xiao Baoyue didn't look at Wang Yang, she glanced at Wang Yang's relaxed look and the appearance of "winking" with Xin Yi there, and an evil fire surged in her heart, and her palm clenched secretly in her sleeve.

"... It's useless to say those nonsense! I'll tell you clearly now, you can't hold this piece of land! If you don't retreat past Deer Ridge, we'll fight! By then, it won't be a matter of a few mountain peaks! Can you make the decision? Give me a quick word! If not, hurry up and send someone to ask Tuoshan and Da Da Damu!"

Ang Ta waved his palm, his brows furrowed, looking impatient, as if he couldn't bear a single redundant word anymore.

"No need! I can decide the matter of peace and war alone! I also tell you clearly, my tribe allows you to enter Yangmang Forest at most. This is also shared by our two tribes, not cut to you! This is the last sincerity of my tribe! Anything else, nothing!"

Le Luo Luo suddenly raised his head, straightened his body, slammed his bowl-sized fist onto his chest with a thud, the blue veins on his neck burst out, and he roared loudly: "Ga Lie Ya Tu Tu Cha!!!"

The barbarian guards behind him beat their chests and roared: "Ya Tu Tu Cha!!!"

The roar was like a thunder on the ground, like the last charge shout in a desperate situation. Anyone who heard it would feel a decisive fighting spirit!

Xin Yi, Chen Qingshan, and others were all stunned.

Xiao Baoyue also inevitably felt shocked.

As for Wang Yang:...

Ang Ta was stunned for a moment, then stood up abruptly, glaring, and kicked over the table:

"Then what's the point of talking about a big Da Ju Yu! Let's start the war!!!"

Le Luo Luo threw the cup, also stood up with a "ceng" sound, and pointed at Ang Ta:

"I'll send someone to send brocade to the Wu Ning tribe right now! Tell your clansmen, wash your necks and wait for slaughter!"

Ang Ta sneered, his eyes extremely contemptuous:

"You are a water snake that only knows how to spray foam, pretending to be a Da Ju Yu water dragon! You have a fart of brocade! A cargo that uses grass as a belt and wraps leaves to pretend to be a fur coat! The one who really has brocade is me! You go back and wait. When the main army arrives, if I don't slaughter you group of Wenyang barbarians, I will be arched by a pig!"

Le Luo Luo grinned, a dazzling fierce light shooting out of his eyes:

"You are the idiot arched by a pig! Sitting in a well and watching the sky, arrogant and self-important! You think only you have brocade? I tell you, a mere few thousand brocade robes and crimson jackets, I really don't take them seriously now! I'll send you a few more after sending them to the Wu Ning barbarians, as a shroud for you poor ghosts!"

If it were before, no matter how Le Luo Luo said it, Ang Ta wouldn't believe it. But now Le Luo Luo brought Wang Yang, and was so arrogant and wild, Ang Ta's heart was also drumming. Could it be that the Wenyang tribe really got brocade? He deliberately paused slightly, as if hesitant, then stared at Le Luo Luo, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes replaced by fierce determination, his cheeks clenched, every word squeezed out from between his teeth, with the ruthlessness of breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat:

"I don't care if you really have it or not, I'm going to smash this brocade with you! You produce two thousand pieces, I'll produce two thousand two hundred! You produce three thousand pieces, I'll produce three thousand three hundred! I'll smash it to the end with you!"

Le Luo Luo was as fierce as he was on the surface, but he was as empty as he was in his heart. Ang Ta was right, he had a fart of brocade! Although Wang Yang said to build a warehouse and open a business route, when to open it, when to build it, it was all uncertain. As long as Ang Ta sent brocade, the Wenyang tribe would be finished. But his father said that Wang Yang would intervene. As long as he was tough to the end, Wang Yang's confidence would be stronger. This is complementary, so Le Luo Luo couldn't be cowardly!

His face was like a soldering iron, spitting everywhere:

"Smash! Let's smash against each other! Let's send envoys together! Whoever doesn't smash is born by a big Da Ju Yu!!!"

Ang Ta's eyes were about to split, his neck veins were bulging:

"Good! Whoever doesn't smash is born by a big Da Ju Yu! I'll prepare ten thousand brocade robes and ten thousand crimson jackets to smash to the end with you!"

Puchi.

A very inappropriate chuckle sounded, like cold water poured into charcoal fire.

At the moment when the two barbarian leaders were swearing to smash their family wealth and fight to the death, Wang Yang's chuckle was particularly abrupt and harsh.

The anger of the two froze for a moment, and they turned their heads together, staring at Wang Yang with red eyes.

Wang Yang shook his fan, not caring at all, the teasing smile swaying with the fan shadow:

"It's so boring for you to smash like this. I'll teach you a powerful move. If the brocade is not enough, use land to make up for it! If the land is not enough, smash the population! You smash boldly, whoever smashes and wins, the Wu Ning tribe will help whoever."

Both of them, whether true or false, were immersed in the emotions of being on top. As soon as Le Luo Luo heard Wang Yang speak, his heart settled down by half, and naturally he wouldn't say anything. But Ang Ta couldn't bear it at this time, and at the same time, he had the intention of testing, sneering:

"When is it the turn of a Han child to point fingers at our barbarian affairs? I respect you as a Han envoy and give you some face, don't be shameless!"

The folding fan in Wang Yang's hand stopped abruptly, his eyes cold:

"An envoy goes out of the border, representing the country. Within three feet of the sword, it is the king's land.

If you offend me, you are offending the territory of my Great Qi;

If you insult me with one word, you are insulting the national body of my Great Qi.

Those who insult the national body are starting a war.

I ask you now, does your Yongning tribe want to go to war with my Great Qi, yes or no?"

Wang Yang's fingers closed, the fan surface closed, making a "pa" sound, like a gavel falling!

His face was cold and solemn, the fan tip drew a line, pointing directly at Xiao Baoyue:

"Great Qi and Yongning are at war, which side are you sitting on?"

Baoyue was stunned, and there was no sound in the tent. ===== CHAPTER 311 =====