Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

The atmosphere was so deadlocked, maybe it was because of Jiang Sile's obvious lack of cooperation, she was holding up her teacup to look at the tea leaves in the cup, and didn't care about Wu Xian's glance at her; maybe it was because the old Shanyu was already tired It can be seen that time has revealed traces of time on his body, he is already older and more fragile than the last time Jiang Sile saw him.

"Is it because you are so eager to call me back to fulfill that promise?" Jiang Sile took the lead to break the dull air.

She was referring to the promise Wu Xian made with her when she left Qingyi with her army.

Old Shanyu was stunned for a moment before he suddenly realized what the promise was, and then he couldn't help laughing.

At this time, the sharp and heavy breath on his body disappeared in this laughter.

"It seems that you have misunderstood...cough cough" Wu Xian coughed lightly, maybe because he was too cold in summer, his throat has been uncomfortable these days.

"Actually, I called you here this time for another matter."

Wu Xian looked at Jiang Sile, who still knew nothing, with a very kind smile on his face.

"Have you seen Umu?"

Jiang Sile snorted, what a stupid question.But it was precisely because of Wu Xian's emphasis that Jiang Sile felt a little uneasy, as if her fate had been decided somewhere she couldn't see.

She hates Riddlers, especially careerists and conspirators like Wu Xian, Jiang Sile thought.

"I've seen it." Although Jiang Sile's tone was not respectful, she still praised: "With such an heir, you can already die."

Jiang Sile didn't know whether this sentence was a compliment in Wu Xian's eyes.

Better not.

She originally wanted to mock the dying old man, although doing so would make her feel guilty.

"That's good……"

Wu Xian's voice was as calm as ever, and had an alien flavor to it.

Every time he heard the Daxia dialect spoken by the Qingyi people, Jiang Sile couldn't help but wander in his mind.This is just like hearing foreigners speak Chinese in my previous life. It's either funny or... even funnier.

Of course, Jiang Sile added in his mind: Except Ah Yi.In Jiang Sile's selfish heart, the sweet words of that handsome young man could not be compared with others at all.

"After I die, Nanton will go with me. This makes me a little uneasy..." As he said that, Wu Xian lowered his gaze to Jiang Sile. The pressure caused by this made her sit up straight and give up. The fugue in my mind.

Jiang Sile understood his intention, and said indifferently, unwillingly, "What do you want me to do?"

"Smart..." Wu Xian laughed. When he smiled, his face was unexpectedly gentle, like a friendly old man in a neighbor's house.

"Three years... I want Qingyi to have no war for three years—especially not to be declared war by Daxia." Wu Xian's eyes only stayed on Jiang Sile for a few seconds, but she still felt that the old man was not easy to fool.

Indeed, apart from Daxia, no other tribe would dare to attack the overlord on the grassland beyond their capabilities.

"No, I can't do it."

Jiang Sile spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Do you think I'm a god? In your eyes, I'm just a different kind, but it's just a different kind."

There was no trace of unwillingness in her words.

If she really has the means, the means, and the ability to be different from ordinary people, she won't be unable to stay alone.

Jiang Sile's face was a bit bitter, but she was not a person who liked to complain about herself, so she next focused on Wu Xian.

The Shanyu was not angry, as if what he said just now was just a joke or a temptation.

He sighed with a long ending: "Obviously, my Yan family is not an ordinary woman."

"Ordinary people..." Jiang Sile reminded, "Is there anyone in the world who is not an ordinary person? Is there anyone who really has three heads and six arms?"

Seeing Jiang Sile pulling the topic away, Wu Xian pulled it back without a trace.

"Is there really no way?"

This was the first time Jiang Sile saw Wu Xian showing weakness to her. To be honest, she felt that even to others, this scene should seldom happen.

After realizing this, Jiang Sile became excited, her eyes kept patrolling Wu Xian's face, as if she wanted to see his flaws or the reason for this incident.

Unfortunately, Wu Xian hid it very well, and Jiang Sile couldn't see anything from his old wrinkled face.

"Maybe..." Jiang Sile also began to ponder on this issue. Many people have overlooked one point. She herself is a smart decision-maker.

After a while, Jiang Sile raised his head to look at Wu Xian, with a relaxed smile on his face.

"My elder brother is not a decisive person, but no one will give up the opportunity to sneak attack when the enemy is weak, unless..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Sile saw Wu Xian's eyes light up and his whole person became more energetic.

Like a joke that always ends at the right time, Jiang Sile dragged his voice and continued.

"Unless before this, before you die, Qingyi and Daxia have already formed an unbreakable alliance."

Hehe~ Jiang Sile thinks he told a good joke.

Isn't it funny to talk about marriage in front of careerists?

Jiang Sile was very interested to see Wu Xian's disappointed eyes with some disapproval, which made her more happy than honey.

He said indifferently: "Under the current situation, there is no need for Qingyi to form an alliance with Daxia."

Jiang Sile twitched the corners of her lips, it was the same old routine again.After all, when he first communicated with Wu Xian, he had already unabashedly shown his sharpness and ambition in the letter paper.

She still remembered those letters, there was a thick stack.At that time, Jiang Sile thought Wu Xian was really crazy, either crazy or bored.Otherwise, I wouldn’t have kept in touch with her for such a long time.

For a while, Jiang Sile had a headache just reading his letter.This forced Jiang Sile to rack his brains to write him a normal reply.

This was expected by Jiang Sile, but what he said next was much scarier than Jiang Sile's joke.

"What if the new Shanyu of Qingyi also has a princess from Daxia as the Yan clan?"

To be honest, Jiang Sile couldn't hide the smile on the corner of his mouth when he heard this.

She said mockingly, "Which princess do you want to choose as the wife and future Yanshi for Umu?"

"My aunt Deyi, who has become a widow and is surrounded by male favourites? Or is it the happy elder sister who has given birth to a child?"

She didn't believe that Wu Xian didn't understand the royal family of Daxia, he should see this more clearly than herself.

There is no one who can marry Qingyi for a princess who really has the blood of Daxia.