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Chapter 221: Ming people don’t tell secret words (3)
Those generals are all top players, and they are more experienced than her when it comes to training soldiers, so she doesn't need to watch them later.

While eating breakfast, Zhong Cang's voice sounded outside the tent, reporting: "Master, the Eastern Chu envoys are asking to see you, and they are waiting outside the barracks."

"Bring it here." After Zhan Beilie ordered Zhong Cang, he gave Leng Xia a side dish of porridge with chopsticks, and said, "You don't need to go out."

Leng Xia took a sip of porridge and nodded.

After the two had finished eating, the orderly soldiers took away the dishes, and the envoys from Dongchu also arrived.

This time the envoy was a man in his 40s, elegant in appearance, in a green gown and long gown, followed by two followers who were all dressed as bodyguards.

The envoy saluted Zhan Beilie, with a mellow voice, and greeted politely: "Your official Zhou Rushen, I have met Prince Lie."

Zhan Beilie carefully scanned the three of them, and gave him a little help, his tone was mild: "You're welcome."

After entering the big tent, Zhou Rushen was taken aback when he saw someone else in the tent, seeing that this person was not dressed as a guard, a soldier...

Zhan Beilie didn't want to say more, he just said casually: "Counselor."

After all, he led Zhou Rushen to his seat.

Zhou Rushen didn't hesitate, and sat down with a smile, only secretly thinking that the Chief Counselor was too good-looking and young.

But a follower behind him raised his mouth.

When the orderly soldiers served tea, Zhan Beilie made a gesture of invitation, and said calmly: "The tea in the remote area of ​​the border is poor, Mr. Zhou must not dislike it."

"Don't dare, dare not." Zhou Rushen waved his hands again and again, took a sip of the tea cup, and then said slowly: "This tea is mellow and sweet, and it can't be said that the prince is self-effacing and vulgar."

The two of you came and went, only picked some irrelevant topics, and you chatted with me sentence by sentence.

From the tea scriptures to meals, from meals to the customs of the two countries, from the customs of the two countries to the cultural differences, and from the cultural differences to poetry and songs...

So, so, so, so and so, the two of them babbled for a whole morning, without mentioning any serious matter.

Leng Xia smiled secretly while flipping through the book, Zhan Beilie's ability to talk nonsense is not small, whoever brings it up first in this negotiation will be at a disadvantage, especially if the opponent is Eastern Chu, which has a lot of literati. That mouth was so full of fuss.

Thinking about it, if it was Beiyan from yesterday, he could say that he could have endured for an hour. Beiyan ruled the country with martial arts.

More than half an hour passed, Leng Xia yawned, and looked at the two who were still spitting.

Zhou Rushen couldn't sit still that day, and drank the tea one after another.

And Zhan Beilie still sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, and responded with a smile: "This king appreciates the talents of your country, and the style of writing in South Korea is also prevalent, but the poems are written to hurt the spring and the autumn."

Zhou Rushen's smiling face froze, he slightly turned his head to look back, nodded almost imperceptibly, and said straightly: "Lord Lie, I'm here this time to discuss with the prince about the relationship between the two countries."

Zhan Beilie blew on the floating stem of the tea leaves on the cup, took a sip of the tea, and asked uninterestedly, "Oh?"

"Yes, Great Qin and Eastern Chu have never had any conflicts. Well water does not interfere with river water. If the two countries can continue to be like this in the future, that would be great." Zhou Rushen opened his eyes and said nonsense, directly talking about the relationship between the two countries four years ago. One of the battles was skipped.

The corners of Zhan Beilie's lips curled slightly, he concentrated on drinking his tea without saying a word.

Zhou Rushen glanced back again, his eyes flickered slightly, he cupped his hands at Zhan Beilie, and said, "My lord, Ming people don't speak dark words, I believe that the lord of Yan Chu understands the current situation very well, if a war starts, I also ask Lie Wang to stand by and watch."

Zhan Beilie finally raised his head, his hawk eyes narrowed slightly, his ink-like eyes fell on the followers behind him.

He looked at it for a while, the corners of his lips slowly curled up, and his voice was deep and firm: "Since the wise people don't slander, then the Seventh Prince should not hide his head and show his tail."

After these words fell, Zhou Rushen was startled, and he quickly looked back at the entourage reflexively.

The attendant was not as surprised as he was, he bent his lips calmly, and walked a few steps in front of him leisurely.

Zhou Rushen stood up immediately and respectfully gave up his seat.

The entourage flicked his sleeve robe, even though he was wearing the attire of a bodyguard now, there was still boundless nobility in that movement, a kind of nobility engraved in his bones.

He sat down gracefully, with a smile in his eyes, and his clear voice was just as in his impression, as if the clear tea in early spring was hovering: "Lord Lie, it's been a long time."

Zhan Beilie's eagle eyes were sharp and deep, looking at the long barracks stretching thousands of miles outside the tent, his voice was cold and cold: "The Seventh Prince is very courageous, this barracks doesn't say too much, and it doesn't say too little, 20 If someone wants to keep you, they can still do it."

After these words fell, time seemed to be suspended, and there was not a single sound in the camp.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Zhou Rushen's forehead, and the sweat dripped to the ground, which was very clear in the silent tent.

His face was pale, and his heart was burning with rage. He said in his heart whether he should be so hot, he had already persuaded the Seventh Prince not to come, now it's all right, he wants to "keep someone"!

Dongfang Run's complexion didn't change at all, and after a while, he suddenly smiled.

He smiled softly, even his eyes were bent into a crescent, and he said firmly: "You won't."

Zhan Beilie slightly curled his lips, noncommittal.

Dongfang Run narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and then said slowly: "King Lie is waiting for Yan and Chu to lose. If Run dies, then King Lie's painstaking actions will be in vain."

Zhan Beilie knew that he was referring to Xianyu Pengfei who was sent to Beiyan, the cause of Xianyu Zhuoya's death, and the evidence that the bandits belonged to Dongchu, so Beiyan, under his deliberate misleading, thought that Dongchu had repeatedly murdered The prince and princess of Beiyan.

In the final analysis, the war between Yan and Chu was facilitated by him.

"It's just half-truth and half-false. You and I know what the Seventh Prince has done." He snorted coldly, with obvious disapproval in his words: "Dare to do it but dare not be it?"

(End of this chapter)