Dafeng Night Watchman-Chapter 733: The Diplomatic Mission Arrives in Beijing

The officials in the Jinluan Palace had already received the news and were not surprised to hear it. The Prime Minister Qian Qingshu stood up and expressed his opinion:

"This plan may be a delaying tactic of the rebels. Your Majesty, please think twice."

Before Emperor Yongxing could speak, someone immediately stood up to refute:

"When did Prime Minister Qian and Yang Buzhengshi have such a tacit understanding?"

The speaker was the Du Shizhong of the Ministry of War, one of the leaders among the trolls.

Qian Qingshu frowned, looked at the military chief, and said calmly:

"What do you think, Lord Yan?"

The military chief said loudly:

"Your Majesty, since the autumn harvest, 100,000 troops have been buried in Jingshan City by Wei Yuan. After the winter, nearly 60,000 elite troops were lost in Qingzhou. If we continue to fight like this, the soldiers of Dafeng will definitely be exhausted.

"And the refugees everywhere are a disaster, and the troops are in short supply. The Ministry of War can no longer withdraw troops to support Yongzhou. I think that peace talks are the right move, which can solve the urgent needs of the court."

The Minister of War hesitated, sighed, and chose to remain silent.

"Solve the urgent needs?"

The Right Censor-in-Chief Zhang Xingying snorted:

"If you want to negotiate peace, the rebels will definitely ask for a lot. I'm afraid that after that, the court will have no spare energy to compete with them. The principle of cutting meat with a blunt knife, Lord Yan doesn't understand? "

At this time, the Minister of Revenue stepped out and said in a deep voice:

"Zhang Yushi is so perceptive and has a deep understanding of the situation. Why don't I give you my position as the Minister of Revenue."

After that, he sneered, bowed to Emperor Yongxing, and said loudly:

"Your Majesty, the treasury is empty. If the court continues to fight the Yunzhou rebels, it will be dragged down by the war sooner or later. The Spring Festival is approaching, and the earth is returning to spring. What we need is time. And negotiating peace can buy time for us to survive the cold disaster. "

The war faction and the peace faction immediately started to argue.

Every time the situation was about to get out of control, Zhao Xuanzhen would whip and shout "Silence".

Emperor Yongxing silently watched the debate among the officials until more and more people expressed their opinions and the peace faction gradually overwhelmed the war faction. He then looked at Zhao Xuanzhen and signaled with his eyes.

Snap!

Zhao Xuanzhen whipped the whip again, and the shiny ground made a crisp sound, which quieted the debate in the hall.

Emperor Yongxing looked around at everyone and said slowly:

"I sympathize with the soldiers and the people, and I can't bear to start a war again. The peace talks are settled. "

......

Imperial City, Wang Mansion.

The luxurious carriage stopped outside the mansion. Qian Qingshu stepped on a small stool and got off the carriage with the help of the servants. The guards outside the mansion knew his identity and did not stop him.

He walked into the mansion and stayed in the inner hall for a while. The housekeeper led him into the inner courtyard and came to the bedroom of Wang Shoufu.

For a respectable man like Wang Shoufu, he met guests in the bedroom instead of the study. It can be seen how serious his illness is.

The beast gold charcoal was blazing and emitting warmth. The doors and windows of the bedroom were closed. There were two maids in the outer room and the inner room.

Wang Shoufu sat and leaned back with a soft pillow on his waist and back.

He was thin and emaciated, and his face could not hide the old age. Only his eyes were still bright and energetic.

"Alas!"

Qian Qingshu sighed: "Why doesn't your illness get better?"

He said, waving his hand and letting the maids leave.

"Maybe the end is coming. "Wang Zhenwen smiled:

"When people get older, they are prone to illness, even gods can't save them. As the saying goes, one knows destiny at the age of fifty. Since it is destiny, just let it go."

Qian Qingshu pondered for a moment and said:

"I shouldn't have come to you, so that you can rest and recuperate. It's just......"

Wang Zhenwen raised his hand to interrupt, pointing to the window, and said:

"Help me open the window first."

Qian Qingshu frowned:

"It's cold, and you can open the window. Can your body withstand it?"

Wang Zhenwen waved his hand:

"The gloom in this room makes me uncomfortable. Isn't it easier to get sick? Stop talking nonsense, open the window quickly. "

Qian Qingshu hesitated for a moment, walked to the window, opened a small opening, and let the cold but fresh wind blow into the room.

He returned to the bed, sat down on the round stool, and said in his mind:

"Qingzhou has fallen."

Seeing that Wang Zhenwen did not speak, he also fell silent. After a while, Wang Zhenwen said in a low voice:

"You continue......"

"The supervisor died in Qingzhou. The rebels now occupy Qingzhou and confront Yang Gong on the border of Yongzhou... Yesterday, Yao Hong, the governor of Yongzhou, handed in a memorial. Yunzhou wanted to send an envoy to negotiate peace..."

Wang Zhenwen listened silently, without moving at all, and his eyes seemed to be frozen.

When Qian Qingshu finished speaking, his eyes moved slightly and he regained his vitality:

"Your Majesty agreed? "

There was deep disappointment in his tone.

Qian Qingshu nodded gently:

"There is no choice. Dafeng has lost its supervisor, and there is a vacancy in its extraordinary combat power, just like a flock of sheep without a leader. Sooner or later, people will lose their morale. What's the point of fighting?

"If I were in his place, I'm afraid I would be the same as him..."

Suddenly realizing that what he said was disrespectful, he sighed and changed his words:

"It would be the same if it were any other prince."

Wang Zhenwen nodded slowly after hearing this, and said:

"They are sure of this, so they took the initiative to send an envoy to negotiate when they were sure of victory."

Qian Qingshu smiled bitterly:

"There are many smart people, but they are just pretending to be stupid. Who doesn't know this truth? But what can we do? Recently, the people in the capital are in a panic. The gentlemen pretended to be calm, but in fact they were already scared and even thought that it was only a matter of time before Dafeng was destroyed.

"Not seeking another way out is already a commendable loyalty.

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"Your Majesty knows that peace talks are like cutting flesh with a blunt knife, but what can he do? Peace talks are his only hope. He will grab them at all costs, and then tell himself that all this is to buy time and wait for the cold disaster to pass."

Wang Zhenwen was silent for a while, and said:

"Let's not talk about this. Find a way to get Xu Qian'an to see me."

"He?"

Qian Qingshu smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"Who can keep an eye on this gentleman? I don't even know where he is."

"He is in the capital. He must be in the capital now." Wang Zhenwen covered his mouth and coughed violently. "The supervisor died. He will definitely come back. Hey, the Yunzhou rebels want to negotiate peace. It depends on whether he agrees or not."

Qian Qingshu stood up, strode to the window, closed the window, turned around and said:

"Do you think Xu Yinluo can solve the crisis?"

Wang Zhenwen remained silent. After a long time, he whispered:

"Even if Wei Yuan is resurrected, he can't revive this dead chess game."

........

Si Tian Jian

In the seventh-floor alchemy room, Xu Qi'an did not even go home, but went straight to Song Qing.

"I have collected all the materials for the soul-calling banner, but there is one more auxiliary material."

Xu Qi'an took out the fragments of the Earth Book, two jade bottles that exuded a cold and gloomy aura, a stone covered with honeycomb-like holes, and a ball of black silk that exuded highly toxic gas.

Song Qing quickly took the anti-poison pill, covered his mouth and nose with a silk cloth soaked in medicine, and then pulled out the wooden stopper of the porcelain bottle to confirm the materials.

The porcelain bottle contained the nails of the ancient corpse and the black corpse water extracted from the carotid artery.

After confirming the ringing gold stone and the silk that exuded highly toxic gas, Song Qing said:

"The last material is the hair, skin and flesh of Wei Yuan's original body, which is used for positioning. But Wei Yuan's body was destroyed in Jingshan City, so it must have been found back."

In fact, Wei Yuan's body was swallowed by Jeanne d'Arc, and Song Qing did not know the details.

"So what?" Xu Qi'an asked.

"The blood of offspring can replace it." Song Qing said slowly.

Duke Wei has long been extinct... Xu Qiyan sighed in his heart, his voice low:

"There must be other ways to replace it, otherwise the supervisor would not let me find the magic weapon to refine the soul-calling banner."

Song Qing stared at him:

"Wei Yuan has no offspring, but you relied on his blood pill to advance to the third rank. In a sense, you are his offspring.

"So next, you have to refine a blood pill, not too much, just a fingernail, it will not affect your cultivation.

"Then, you have to help me remove the toxicity contained in the netherworld silk. I can't remove the poison of the descendants of gods and demons."

Xu Qiyan's eyes swept over the netherworld silk:

"It will take at least three days to refine the blood pill to remove the toxicity.

"These are not the problems. The real problem is, can you do it with such a powerful magic weapon as the soul-calling banner? "

The director is no longer here, Sun Xuanji is recovering from his injuries, and Yang Qianhuan is not in the capital at this time. The person with the highest status in the Si Tian Jian is Song Qing.

But Song Qing is only a sixth-rank alchemist.

As a big shot in the field of alchemy, Song Qing has a deep understanding of himself and has a high respect for alchemy. He will never show off. He shook his head decisively:

"I can't do it!

"Metals like Mingjinshi cannot be melted by ordinary fire. It needs to be melted by condensing the fire spirit with the fire array.

"Well, I can use some combustion-supporting materials to increase the temperature of the flame, but I need to build a new furnace. The combustion-supporting materials are my original creation, and the Si Tian Jian has no reserves.

"It will take half a month just for this aspect."

Song Qing has been stuck for many years, immersed in alchemy, and has explored many ways to replace the array, but these methods are definitely not as convenient as directly setting up the array.

"So you need to use the Qi to replace the combustion-supporting material, melt the Mingjin Stone, and refine the pole of the soul-calling banner. As for the banner cloth of the soul-calling banner, we can only wait until Senior Brother Sun recovers from his injuries. Because during the weaving process, it is necessary to constantly integrate the formation."

Xu Qiyan listened patiently and said:

"After refining the soul-calling banner, can it awaken Duke Wei?"

Song Qing still shook his head:

"Then you need to carve the Yin-gathering formation and wait for one of the three moments of the year when the Yin energy is the strongest, and you will summon Wei Yuan's soul."

Xu Qiyan frowned:

"When was the most recent one?"

Song Qing answered without thinking:

"Spring Festival!"

About a month...Xu Qiyan exhaled and thought it was acceptable.

.......

That day, a long boat flying in the clouds broke through the sea of ​​clouds and slowly landed in the territory of the capital.

Yufeng Boat, this magic weapon originally belonged to Dongfang Wanrong. During the battle of Jianzhou, it fell into Ji Xuan's hands. This boat can travel thousands of miles a day and is an extremely rare large-scale transportation tool.

Three people stood at the bow of the boat. The one in the middle was a young man in gorgeous clothes, with handsome features, gentle temperament, and a small silver fan in his hand.

He looked four or five points similar to Ji Xuan, but his temperament was completely different. Ji Xuan was more masculine, but his edge was hidden.

This young man had a scholar's spirit and the arrogance of being filled with knowledge.

On the left and right were the black-clothed boy Xu Yuanhuai and the cold girl Xu Yuanshuang.

These three people were the core figures of the delegation. In addition to them, there were 16 mature and steady scholars who formed the negotiation team.

And 100 elite guards with good cultivation.

"Beijing..."

Ji Yuan turned the silver-bone fan in his hand a few times and said with a smile:

"You have been famous for a long time, and you have admired me for a long time, Yuanhuai and Yuanshuang, aren't you happy?"

Xu Yuanhuai and Xu Yuanshuang both have the character of not allowing strangers to enter, one is indifferent, and the other is cold, which is related to the environment they grew up in.

But they really can't be happy, anyone can see who their father is targeting when he asked them to come to Beijing for negotiations.

"I heard that outside Yongzhou City, Xu Qian'an showed mercy to you two and didn't kill them. When we enter the capital, you two must protect me." Ji Yuan said with a smile:

"That guy couldn't bear to kill his brothers and sisters, but I'm afraid he wouldn't even blink an eye if he killed my cousin."

Seeing his cousins' indifferent expressions, he felt bored and sighed:

"This time I came to the capital, first, to gain greater benefits for Qianlong City. Second, to make merit. My seventh brother is already an extraordinary strong man, but I haven't made any merit. If we can do this job well, my father will pay more attention to us brothers. My seventh brother's position will be more stable.

"The third thing is to test Dafeng's confidence now. Your eldest brother is the first person I want to test. Tsk tsk, do you think he has ever thought about peace talks?"

Xu Yuanshuang said indifferently:

"He won't!

"This man would rather break than bend."

Ji Yuan nodded, and then said:

"Having a strong character does not mean being pedantic. If he agrees to negotiate, it will be a delaying tactic, which means that Dafeng has a backup plan."

As he spoke, the Yufeng Boat slowly docked outside the capital.

The government offices responsible for welcoming the Yunzhou delegation were the Honglu Temple and the Xingren Division, led by the Honglu Temple Minister, who was a third-rank official, and really gave Yunzhou a huge face.

The Honglu Temple Minister was a middle-aged man with a goatee and a thin face, with deep crow's feet from years of smiling.

He was experienced in human relations and handled things smoothly.

He led his subordinates to meet the Yufeng Boat and waited for the Yunzhou delegation to come down.

But after waiting and waiting, the Yufeng Boat was quiet, no one was seen, and no pedals were lowered.

A quarter of an hour later, a guard leaned down from the side of the ship and shouted:

"May I ask who you are, sir?"

The Minister of the Ministry of Rites put on a professional smile and bowed:

"I am the Minister of the Ministry of Rites."

The guard said "Oh" and shrank his head back. After a dozen breaths, he leaned out again and said indifferently:

"My master said that you are not worthy of the title. Please go back."