Tibetan Sea Pearl

"Lord Chief Soldier." A voice full of sincerity sounded in the darkness.

The commander-in-chief without a lantern raised his eyes and looked forward, and saw a man in his 20s approaching.

This time he didn't pretend to be a farmer, and he didn't smear any mess on his face. His face was fair and clean, tall and handsome, but his eyes were as cold as the wind, and the dignity revealed between his brows made people feel uncomfortable. so close.

"Lord Chief Soldier, have you seen my sincerity?" He said in fluent Chinese.

Lord Zongbing stopped, looked at him, and nodded, "The eldest prince is honest and trustworthy, he is a man."

The eldest prince laughed, "I like the friend Chief Soldier very much, and I will show you more sincerity in the future."

When did they become friends? Mr. Zong Bing didn't seem to like this title, so he frowned.

"Master Chief Soldier is really hard work, and the Mid-Autumn Festival has not been well spent." After the eldest prince finished speaking, he took out a water bag made of sheepskin from behind and handed it over, "I have liked to carry this with me for many years. , which contains poplar nectar."

This is for the eldest prince's private use, to quench his thirst. The water bag is also richly decorated, with several pearls the size of lotus seed rice embroidered on it.

Yangzhi Ganlu, this is too shameless, this is his sincerity.

The commander-in-chief was almost amused by him.

"I'm not thirsty." He said, "Besides, this is the eldest prince's personal property, so I can't take it."

The commander-in-chief remained unmoved, and the eldest prince did not change his expression. He opened the lid of the water bag, and no water flowed out of it, but a dazzling radiance, just like the sand in the desert.

It's Sands.

Lord Zongbing was stunned for a moment, he had seen a lot and quickly recovered his expression.

"It's Jinsha." He still sighed.

"This can not only quench your thirst, but also provide food and clothing." The eldest prince said, and even smiled at others, "Of course, my lord is not short of food and clothing, but I often don't care about food when I work hard. Take good care of my feathers, I hate not being able to share your worries." After speaking, I respectfully presented the water bag.

Lord Zong Bing stretched out his hand to twist it, and the sand slipped from his rough fingertips, flowing into a line.

"My family was poor since I was a child, and I can't forget how my old mother starved to death." He recalled the past experience, and his tone became a little sour, "The elder prince's poplar nectar is very good."

The story behind Mr. Zong Bing, how he started his family, when he married a wife, when he became famous, these big princes all know.

Although it took a lot of effort to get this bag of gold sand to the eldest prince of King Hening, it was nothing, and the eldest prince didn't care about these trivial matters.

This bag of gold dust is nothing to Mr. Zong Bing. Now that he has great military achievements, someone will come to his door for any kind of wealth he wants, but the experience of family poverty has been branded in his heart since childhood. He is afraid of it. it is this.

The eldest prince said, "That's good."

At this time, the commander-in-chief had already smiled warmly, and the restraint and uneasiness just now dissipated.

Just like an elder treating a junior, he said softly, "It's dark and cold, go back quickly."

The eldest prince also nodded with a smile, "The imperial court, please come up and say something for us, don't force us into a corner, we agree to negotiate a peace."

peace?

Master Chief Soldier put away the water bag, his eyes dimmed and he stopped, "Then it will be easy to handle, everyone is kind, and kindness makes money."

Just like signing an agreement with King Ning ten years ago, peaceful coexistence, although it is not too peaceful, one or two raids on border towns, or robbing of living materials, these are small troubles, at least in border counties. In the mutual market, there are a lot of caravans coming and going, you bring silk, tea and porcelain from the Central Plains, and I bring leather and wool livestock from the Mongolian people, and do business in an amicable manner.

Of course, this negotiation is also conditional.

"What do you want to discuss?" The Chief Soldier asked him.

There were layers of smiles in the eyes of the eldest prince, "Alliance and friendship, equality and mutual exchange, open market, you also know that our northern land is short of material."

Although Monty's materials are somewhat contemptuous to the large and rich buildings, Monty's horses are excellent and well-bred, and there are precedents before, and the mutual market is open.

Mr. Zong Bing thought about it, "Mutual trading is not impossible."

"The second request is to redraw the border, and Wulipo belongs to Dameng." The eldest prince said.

Wulipo is the last city in the north, and it has raised the people of the Central Plains since ancient times.

Why does this sound a bit wrong, isn't it necessary to negotiate a peace after losing the war?Although it was said that the defeat was fake and the other party was willing to send it off, how could there be such an unreasonable thing in the world, Mr. Zongbing looked up at the eldest prince in surprise.

"Prince, you are joking with me." He smiled and patted his belly.

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