When the Young Master entered King Yiqu's tent, what he saw were the Yiqu nobles with different expressions.

Among these people, some looked at him angrily, wishing to kill him on the spot, while others looked at him with a scrutinizing look on their faces, as if they were curious about his purpose of coming here.

Regarding the demeanor of these Yiqu nobles at this moment, the young master was not much surprised, and the expression on his face was even more calm.

There has been a long-standing hatred between Qin and Yiqu. During the reign of Duke Li of Qin, Qin even sent troops to capture the royal court of Yiqu.

Facing him, the young master of the Qin Kingdom who came from afar, no matter how much hatred these people showed, they would not exceed his expectations.

However, when the young master's eyes swept over the faces of the Yiqu nobles around him and landed on the face of Yiqu Han, King of Yiqu who was sitting at the top, the other party's expression made him a little stunned.

There was no hatred shown by the Yiqu nobles around him. Instead, they looked at him with a smile. At this moment, Yiquhan behaved as kindly as if he were an elder in the family.

It's just that the young master, who was born in a noble family in the Qin Kingdom, knew very well how much bloodshed and killings were hidden under the silent smoke of the power struggle.

How can people who stand out from others be as harmless as they appear on the surface?

Looking at the smile that appeared in Yi Quhan's eyes, the young master stared straight ahead, and his heart became even more energetic.

Under the gaze of the young master, Yi Quhan, who always kept a smile on his face, slowly touched his hand to his waist.

Along with a crisp sound, a dagger appeared in his hand. Under the light of the fire in the tent, the blade of the dagger continued to flash with a sharp light.

Without looking at the young master in front of him, Yi Quhan just touched his other hand to the dagger, and gently rubbed the calloused skin on the blade.

"If I remember correctly, the hatred between Yiqu and Qin is as deep as the sea, and the two sides have repeatedly clashed over the years."

"I never thought that one day a young master from the Qin Kingdom would come to the Yiqu Palace and stand in front of me."

The voice stopped abruptly at this moment, Yi Quhan's head suddenly raised, and his sharp eyes as sharp as a sword looked directly at the young master in front of him.

At this moment, the young master opposite felt a sense of danger approaching him, as if he would be dead and dislocated the next moment.

The silence lasted for several breaths in the king's tent. When the smile on Yi Quhan's face appeared again, the atmosphere that seemed to have stagnated around him gradually softened.

"I wonder what the young official did for coming all the way?"

The dangerous aura lingering around him suddenly disappeared, and the young master felt that his body was relaxed.

Before he could take a rough breath, Yi Quhan's question rang in his ears, and he quickly answered.

"King Yiqu, let me tell you the truth. This time the young officer came to Yiqu because he wanted to inform King Yiqu of something important that is related to the safety of Yiqu."

"Bold..."

Just when the young master finished speaking, a roar suddenly broke out from the Yiqu nobles on the side.

Then a burly middle-aged man stood up and came to the young master under the gaze of everyone in the tent.

"The people of Qin wish that all of us, Yiqu, would die. There is a major event related to the safety of Yiqu. It's too late for you to be happy. How could you be so kind as to remind us?"

"In my opinion, you, the young master of the Qin Kingdom, are cunning and have some evil intentions in coming to Yiqu."

He said these words to the Young Master with an angry expression, and the nobleman's eyes immediately turned in another direction.

"Your Majesty, the people of Qin are mostly cunning and cannot be trusted."

"In my opinion, it is better to drag this young master of Qin down and kill him directly, and use his blood to worship the spirit of Yiqu."

After saying this proposal in the name of the Qu nobles, the young master's face immediately turned gloomy, while the surrounding Yiqu nobles expressed their opinions one after another.

"That's right. The people of Qin are cunning and should not be trusted easily."

"The status of this young master of the Qin Kingdom is quite noble. His blood god will definitely be satisfied."

"Yes, yes, kill him, kill him."

…

"enough."

Just when the discussions among the Yiqu nobles were about to fill the entire royal tent, a roar from above silenced everything.

In an instant, everyone's eyes looked upward and fell on Yi Quhan, who was sitting on the throne.

With a "bang" sound, the dagger in his hand was inserted on the small table in front of him, and Yi Quhan slowly came to the front of the Young Master.

He glanced at the Yiqu nobles around him and saw how they all bowed their heads. The smile on Yiquhan's face became brighter and brighter.

Looking at the young master with this smile, Yi Quhan asked: "I am a little curious, what news will the young master bring to me?"

When the Young Master heard Yi Quhan's words, he raised his head slightly and looked at the other party with some solemnity in his eyes.

"King Yiqu, according to the news that our Qin scouts have heard, the Wei army has already moved north, and their target is Yiqu."

"Hahaha……"

After the Young Master finished speaking, what greeted him was not King Yiqu's thanks, but just the rather disapproving laughter from the other party.

King Yiqu's laughter seemed to turn on some switch, and the next moment the entire king's tent was filled with a happy atmosphere.

The laughter gradually subsided in Yi Quhan's mouth. He looked at the young Master of Qin standing in front of him, with endless mockery in his eyes.

"Do you think this is a big deal?"

"Although there is some discord between Yiqu and the Wei State, it has not reached the point where we are at war with each other. Why would the Wei State have to suppress our Yiqu army?"

"However, I have heard that there have been frequent wars between Qin and Wei. Could it be that the young master's trip is to provoke me, Yiqu, to go to war with Wei?"

Seeing that King Yiqu did not trust him, the young master immediately wanted to speak out: "King Yiqu, what I said..."

"Okay, there's no need to say any more."

Before the Young Master could finish speaking, Yi Quhan interrupted him directly. The smile in his eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by a cold look on his face.

"According to what I, Yiqu, did before, I should drag your young official out and worship my Yiqu's god with his blood."

"It's just that you have a saying that is right. When the two countries declare war, the envoys will not be killed without killing them. Although I, Yiqu, are just a small wild country, I am willing to abide by this etiquette."

After saying this, Yi Quhan stretched out his right hand and made a gesture towards the curtain of the king's tent.

"Young Master, please."

His eyes went from his face to the other person's right hand. Young Master knew that Yi Quhan would never believe him no matter what.

In fact, the young master did not want to come to Yiqu. It was a pity that although Qin and Yiqu were enemies in the past, they are now closely related to each other.

Once Yiqu is defeated by Wei, Qin will inevitably become Wei's next target.

With great reluctance in his heart, and with guilt for Brother Zhong Ying Quliang, the Young Master glanced at Yi Quhan again, then slowly turned around and walked towards the curtain.

Just as the young master took a few steps, a burst of footsteps appeared outside King Yiqu's tent.

"Report..."

Anxious reports and hurried footsteps appeared in front of Yiquhan and a group of Yiqu nobles, and a panting Yiqu soldier handed a sheepskin with both hands.

"The king is in trouble. The Wei army launched an offensive against our Yiqu from the east. Now Diaoyin has fallen into the hands of the Wei state."

With the sound of this report, everyone in Yiqu, who had been smiling just now, was now only stunned and shocked.

Just as Yi Quhan stretched out his right hand to take the sheepskin handed to him, another report sounded in his ears.

"Report..."

"The king is in trouble. The Wei army launched an attack on our Yiqu from the south. Now Yunyang has fallen into the hands of Wei."

"What!"

Two pieces of bad news came in succession. At this moment, Yi Quhan could no longer control the emotions in his heart. He grabbed the two sheepskins a little frantically.

His eyes quickly scanned the sheepskin, and gradually anger surged directly from his chest to his brain. In anger, Yi Quhan tore the sheepskin in his hand into two halves.

"Wei Guo!"

While gritting his teeth, anger burst out from his eyes, and Yi Quhan only had hatred for Wei.

After a long time, Yi Quhan may have vented his anger, or suppressed it in his heart, and he gradually calmed down.

"Young Master."

After calling the Young Master who had arrived at the tent, Yi Quhan looked at him with somewhat complicated emotions.

"I would like to know that the hatred between Yiqu and Qin cannot be resolved at all, so why did you come to remind me of Yiqu?"

Faced with Yi Quhan's current problem, the Young Master felt a little helpless.

The Wei State has already captured two border cities in Yiqu. Is there any point in asking this question at this time?

However, after thinking for a moment, the Young Master finally gave his answer, "Has King Yiqu ever heard of a story called Lips Die and Teeth Cold?"

"The lips are dead and the teeth are cold." Listening to the young master's name, Yi Quhan couldn't help but murmured to himself.

…

Yiqu, Licheng.

"kill……"

Cries of killing rang out outside the earthen walls of the city, and countless Wei soldiers were seen pouring into the city like a red tide.

The long halberds were stabbed out neatly and retracted neatly. What remained on the halberd blades was the blood flowing in the bodies of the Yiqu soldiers;

A long sword easily cut through the slightly thin animal skin, and what fell in front of him was the young life of the Yiqu soldier.
To be continued...