"Why, don't you want the people of the two countries to stop being poisoned by war and live a stable and happy life?" Yang Ning finally said in a furious manner. How much saliva and energy he wasted last night, but what he got wasted was Nuomin's disagreement.

Nuomin was silent for a while and said, "Brother Yang, to be honest, I personally agree with your proposal, but you must know that such a large tribe is not something that I and my grandfather said, even if many people, don't agree, and there is too much opposition, I can't do anything about it,"

Yang Ning sneered: "Then do they even disagree about exchanging the little prince now?"

Nuomin raised his eyebrows and said, "Of course not this, Brother Yang, don't worry, as long as my brother is safe and sound, I will definitely hand over Zhao Quan and others to you,"

"That's good," Yang Ning was not very happy. At this moment, he was very depressed: Didn't it be said in history that "Altan's tribute" was finally successful? Why did the end of his own talks fail? God, if you want to change history, change in a good direction, isn't this just playing with me?

"Brother Yang, although the Tonggong Market cannot be discussed, I still deeply admire your words last night. Brother Yang's insight, courage and ability are the most amazing among the Han people I have ever seen," Nuomin said sincerely.

Yang Ning smiled bitterly and said, "Don't praise me like this, it sounds like a sarcastic sound."

Nuomin smiled and paused, "Brother Yang, my master wants to see you, I wonder if you are willing,"

"Of course, the guest will follow the host," Yang Ning also wanted to meet the common master of Nanumin and Sukhbaru, and see how amazing he is.

Nuomin led Yang Ning into the tent. Yang Ning saw that Altan sat in the tent. Behind the desk, there was a thin old monk sitting on his right hand. The old monk was born with a solemn appearance, with white beards and eyes shining brightly, and his shaking robes were extremely dazzling. However, some parts of the costumes, Yang Ning felt that he was not much the same as the monks in the Central Plains.

"Brother Yang, this is my master, Suonan Dafa King. He is the respected living Buddha, Dafa King in the Tibetan Lamaism, and also the national teacher of our tribe." After saying to Yang Ning, Nuomin respectfully said to Suonan Dafa King: "Master, this is Yang Ning, this time the envoy of the Ming people, and his disciples met friends when they were in the Ming people's capital."

It turns out that the old monk is a Tibetan lama. No wonder he dresses differently than those of the monks in Longfu Temple.

Seeing the old lama's respectful appearance and out of respect for the elders, Yang Ning respectfully bowed and said: "Boy Yang Ning, I have seen the Dharma King Suonan,"

Suonan smiled kindly and said, "Young Xiaoyou, don't have to be too polite. Yesterday, Min'er told the Khan and I about your peace talks. It is really a merit to be so compassionate to the heavens and seek blessings for the people of both countries, and I admire you very much."

"Admiration" doesn't accept my peace proposal, what's the use of saying this nonsense?

Altan seemed to understand what Yang Ning was thinking and said, "Boy, your proposal is very good, but there are too many oppositions within the tribe. Ben Khan doesn't want to make people's hearts split because of this matter. Besides, if Ben Khan leads troops to kill so many of you in the past few decades, can you ignore it?"

Yang Ning said angrily: "Since you are afraid that people will disperse and will not accept the tribute peace talks, then don't say anything nonsense, it's boring," he said.

"You,,," Altan was choked by Yang Ning, and he was about to get angry when he slapped the table.

"Don't get angry, Yang Xiaoyou said it right. We are indeed in the wrong. In this matter, the Ming people are very sincere. They treated the little prince well. Now they sent Yang Xiaoyou to our tribe for negotiations. Judging from the terms they proposed, if the peace talks can be completed, it will only benefit and not harm for us. The benefits our tribe gets are immeasurable. It's a pity that the eldest prince and the right prime minister..., Alas," Suonan Dharma King sighed.

Unexpectedly, this old lama still has some knowledge. It would be great if he was Altan Khan.

Thinking to her heart, Yang Ning sneered: "I think your biggest loss is to lose the best opportunity to be powerful. Since you don't agree, then continue to fight with the Ming Dynasty, Tu Liluo, Beiyuan Tuman Khan, and even the three guards of Duoyan and be attacked from all sides. It won't take long before your tribe will no longer exist."

Altan, Nuomin, and the Father King Suonan were shocked at the same time, and Nuomin said, "What do you mean by Brother Yang?"

"How to say it," Yang Ning continued to sneer, "The reason is simple. You Mongolian tribes fight each other and no one can defeat each other in the end. However, your Tumote tribe is in a position of being attacked from all sides. You don't think about how to change this situation. You can only destroy yourself and your territory is divided up."

Altan and the King of Suonan looked at each other in shock. Yang Ning's words were pointed out to the point, clearly pointing out the current situation of the Tumot tribe and the likely outcome in the future.

The Dharma King Suonan was silent for a while before he said to Yang Ning: "My friend, your vision is indeed not simple. I will tell you that Min'er has already mentioned what you said just now, but she is suffering from the opportunity to change this situation...."

Yang Ning immediately said: "Now the opportunity has come, but you don't want to seize it, which makes me very confused."

Nomin was about to speak, but Altan waved his hand to stop her and said, "Don't mention this beforehand, let's talk about everything when Suhbaru comes back."

Nomin said happily: "Yes,"

"Min'er, I'll spend more time with Yang Ning in the past few days and play around, don't neglect the envoy,"

"Min'er obeys the order," Nuomin agreed briskly.

After resigning to Altan and Suonan, Yang Ning couldn't wait to ask Nuomin, "Did your grandfather change his mind and agree to the tribute peace talks?"

Nomin smiled and nodded, "Maybe, but, it will take until Suhbaru comes back to confirm that my brother is fine, and then he will have to convince those opposing princes and nobles."

Yang Ning looked at Nuomin with a glance and said, "Princess is really good. The situation of the noble has long been seen. If there were more people like you who were sensible, you would not be in the situation of being attacked from all sides today."

Nuomin smiled bitterly and said, "So what if I understand it before. In order to survive, I must grab enough territory and water sources. Then the melee between the tribes is inevitable, but the forces of all parties are similar, so no one can really do anything to anyone."

"But what if two of them united," Yang Ning asked immediately.

Nuomin frowned and said, "Yes, this is exactly what I am worried about. To be honest, our tribe has not had a good relationship with Tuman Khan and Jialitu. They are often in a situation of fighting on both sides. Fortunately, my tribe's elite and cavalry are so brave that they can barely tie them. In order to supplement the consumption of materials, grandpa had to lead troops south many times to plunder the property and supplies of your Ming people to supplement them."

"Hmph, you are picking soft persimmons to pinch them, but although these persimmons are soft, they are not something you can pinch them at once. Instead, they have established an additional enemy for you. Why bother?"

Nuomin smiled bitterly: "Actually, I have not agreed with this approach for a long time, but there is no way. If you hadn't been to this mission to negotiate, I would not know when the war between the two sides would be fought. It would be very tiring for my tribe to deal with so many opponents at the same time." After a pause, Nuomin sighed again: "The grassland tribes are constantly fighting each other. The Mongolian people may no longer be as glorious as my ancestor Genghis Khan. I just hate that I am not a man, nor the great talent of my ancestor...."

"Do you know," Yang Ning hurriedly interrupted Nuomin and said, "Do you still want to learn from Genghis Khan, unify the grassland, and conquer the world? Are you tired?"

Nuomin looked at the blue sky and white clouds slowly, and opened his mouth and sighed: "Don't say that he unified the grassland and won the world. Even now, I'm very tired,"

Seeing Nuomin's rejoicing look, Yang Ning couldn't help but feel moved: It seems that this genius girl is already exhausted, but it's no wonder that the heavy burden of tribe development and survival is on this teenage girl. It would be strange if she is not physically and mentally exhausted. No wonder she went to the Central Plains many times, probably because she went to relax. Unexpectedly, she happened to be met by herself, and she was also destined to be with her.

Feeling Yang Ning's gaze, Nuomin realized that he had accidentally revealed his thoughts, and smiled unnaturally: "Let's not talk about this anymore, let's go, grandpa, let's treat you well, I'll take you to the grassland to ride a horse,"

"Okay," Yang Ning nodded and agreed.

The weather is very good today. Although the grassland in winter is cold, there is no cold wind. The sky is warm and sunny, shining on people. White clouds are floating in the blue sky. The grass on the grassland has already turned yellow and the world is empty.

Facing the vastness of the grassland, Yang Ning's mind suddenly became much more enlightened. He threw many miscellaneous things behind his head and rode his own riding on a ride and started running wildly.

Nuomin's horse is naturally a good horse that can be picked from a thousand miles away, and the one she asked someone to pick for Yang Ning was also a rare horse, but the speed was indeed a little worse than that of Nuomin's horse. Looking at Nuomin's gradually widening back, Yang Ning ran wildly while saying angrily: Isn't it just a horse? If I rode the "running thunder" I encountered in the Girat horse market that day, it would keep you far away.

In this indulgent Mercedes-Benz, Nuomin gradually showed his girlish nature, constantly turning around and laughing at him, teasing Yang Ning.

"Hurry up, you're so slow."

"Hurry, come and chase me,"

...

Yang Ning was amused by Nuomin. Can his riding skills, which were halfway through monks, be compared with the princess on the grassland?

Before they knew it, the two had left Nuomin's guard and Ma Wu far behind, and at this time they rushed to the foot of a mountain on a grassland.

At this moment, the rumbling sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded from the valley, which was so heart-wrenching.
Chapter completed!