Luochuan naturally heard the name "Huowutong".

"This tree called Huowutong is very famous?" Luo Chuan asked with his head turned.

The shadow kept silent and sent the sound to Luochuan's ears. "The Fire Wutong is the second only to the legendary ancient Fusang tree among the fire-type divine trees. It is born to gather fire energy to make it smooth and gentle. It is said that it can also suppress the earth veins, nourish the qi and calm the mind, and possess many incredible magical powers. It is a holy object for those who practice Taoism, especially those who practice Taoism. It is said that there is a Fire Wutong tree that has survived for thousands of years in the Kunlun Mountains. Because of its existence, the entire peak in the Kunlun Mountains was warm like spring and became a holy place for fire-type cultivation. It is incredible."

Her eyes were always on the huge tree that was windless and automatically like fire. "This fire sycamore tree should be inferior to that one, but it is definitely a stunning treasure for hundreds of years. No matter what it is like this, we must not let this tree leave the city again!"

"Master Prefect," the middle-aged scholar who had been hiding a little far away in the hall looked at Luochuan and smiled, "You must have heard of this thing. It is the fire-type divine wood of Fire Wutong. It has lived in the summer palace for hundreds of years. Even the name of the summer palace has been due to it. It can be said to be the treasure of Yongchang. Now, when the prefect Meng Jiaoyang ascended the throne, he was willing to give it to the prefect of Lijun as a gift. His sincerity is profound."

"When the new prefect of Yongchang ascended the throne, could he send envoys to Guangjun?" Luo Chuan did not follow the middle-aged scholar's intention, but suddenly turned to an unpredictable direction.

The middle-aged scholar shook slightly and said seriously, "According to the rules of the Dading Dynasty, whenever the new prefect ascended the throne, he would send envoys to the surrounding counties to worship, and at the same time he would inform the world of the new prefect ascending the throne. Yongchang County did not dare to be rude at all, so he would do things according to the rules, but if the rituals were so generous, there would be no one comparable to Huo Wutong."

"Oh, then I'm curious about what Yongchang's new prefect gave to the prefect of Guangjun?" Luo Chuan asked with a playful smile.

The middle-aged scholar is neither humble nor arrogant, "It is a dragon scale."

"This gift is good. If someone brings this item on the Han River ferry one day, it may be angered that the Dragon King of Han River swallowed him and the people and the boat together," Luo Chuan seemed to be telling an irrelevant joke. "Meng Sanshu, I have accepted the gift from the new prefect of Yongchang this time. Later, I will prepare a return gift to express my gratitude to the prefect of Meng Jiaoyang ascend the throne. You can leave."

"Foreign ministers, thank you for your return gift, but..." The middle-aged scholar looked at Luochuan and said slowly, "Huowutong is too expensive as a gift. Foreign ministers, they are worried that the person who prepares the return gift for you will be too embarrassed, so they have a small proposal..."

"Don't worry," Luo Chuan directly waved his hand and interrupted the middle-aged scholar's words, "It is naturally a rare intention to give me what kind of gift I choose to give. Will the prefect Meng Jiaoyang blame me for it?" He said unhappy, "This is to change the new prefect, otherwise, I would give me a big city that I have never seen!"

He said it coldly and ruthlessly like a rough and rude man, not leaving any face to the messenger below the stage. There was even a threat between the lines. However, the middle-aged scholar was not angry at all, and still laughed, "You are right. No matter what kind of gift you give you, it is a great intention for my prefect. It is just that the proposal of the foreign minister is also for the sake of human justice. And for both Yongchang and the county, it is for a win-win situation. The prefect will just treat it as a village elder, so why not listen to it?"

Luo Chuan frowned slightly and stared at the middle-aged scholar coldly, but saw that the other party faced him without any fear, so he snorted, "Tell me."

The middle-aged scholar bent down and bowed, "What the prefect of Yongchang County wants is to sign a 'stop war alliance' with the prefect of Lijun," he continued quickly when he saw Luo Chuan's expression was different, "Northern Yi is now heading north to the southern defense line. Lijun and our Yongchang County defense line must fight side by side. But if the two sides are afraid of each other and cannot be united, or even be prepared for each other and are hostile, then the defense lines between both sides will be in danger!"

He looked at Luo Chuan with sincerity, "My prefect has also witnessed a great battle outside of Yicheng. I know that you must be a hero who cares about the human race. No matter whose defense line in southern Xinjiang is broken, it is a major disaster for our human race. No one hopes that the tragic situation of a hundred miles of land will be gone, and that no one will collect the human race's flesh and blood will appear again. Do you agree?"

Luo Chuan didn't speak.

Zhao Wuji turned around and looked at the middle-aged scholar and asked, "If the new prefect of Yongchang can send you to the county, then you should know whose work is behind the breaking of the first line of defense in the southern border of Anyang County. They are both close neighbors in the same state. Do you ever worry about the righteousness of the former marriage when you start? What's more, a mere 'stop war alliance', you think that the two families with blood feuds can return to their old age, and the soldiers on both sides can be as close as a family again?!"

The middle-aged scholar bowed to Zhao Wuji and said, "My lord, although Yongchang County is adjacent to Anyang County, we really don't know what is behind the breaking of the first line of defense in the southern border of Anyang County. And a covenant that can be made public is still quite binding for both sides. If it is not peaceful today, the covenant between prefectures and counties will be the norm. If a prefect can openly betray the covenant, then his future path will be extremely difficult. Not only will there be no state and county allies to rely on, but the people in the territory may also have doubts about the government orders. After all, people do not have faith and do not establish them. This is even more so for a prefect. As for blood feud... a person's mistake cannot be shared by hundreds of millions of people, not to mention that the person who is at fault has now reaped the consequences..."

"What does the prefect of Yongchang hope to agree on in this alliance?" Dou Qiushi, the leader of the civil servant, asked without looking back.

The middle-aged scholar naturally had a conclusion in his mind. He heard this and said, "First, we should agree that the two counties will stop fighting and fight, and the two sides will draw boundaries with the Shoutong and Xingcheng line. Both sides may not cross the border to send troops to the other side for any reason. Second, we should agree that the areas of common defense above the southern defense line between the two sides should cooperate wholeheartedly to fight against the Southern Yi within this area. These two should first violate one side and acknowledge that they are betrayed the world by the human race in the world, so as to tell the world."

"If one side is against morality or provocation first, the other side should not send troops? It's ridiculous," Yan Tieying, the chief supervisor of the supervisor who had always had few words when he was with everyone, scolded.

"If one party is against morality and righteousness or provocation first, the other party can naturally send troops, but if one party deliberately seeks trouble or just finds a reason to send troops, it is a breach of contract," the middle-aged scholar added.

After a few civil officials talked about the content of the alliance for several more times, Luo Chuan finally spoke, "The alliance involves too many details, and it cannot be discussed in a short time. The envoy of Yongchang can live in Licheng. This prefect gives you a clear statement. If the prefect Meng Jiaoyang really intends to reverse the consequences of the former prefect of Yongchang's betrayal of Li County, and Meng Xiaotian himself has really suffered the consequences, then the prefect is willing to give both sides a chance to reconcile. After all, the two counties have been neighboring for hundreds of years and have always been brothers. Now we must fight against foreign barbarians together. If we plan for the overall situation, we will benefit both sides, but...!"

His voice was slightly low, and when he saw the middle-aged scholar's eyebrows jumped, he continued, "I want to see the sincerity of the new prefect of Yongchang. It is not just a sycamore tree, but one day he dares to join me in the county and Anyang county to join Xiucheng to divide Guang County... true sincerity!"

The middle-aged scholar was shocked, and his face was stunned, and then he quickly lowered his head...
Chapter completed!