At the end of the year and the beginning of the year, 2012, the end of the year, is about to pass, and all the past is drifting with the wind. I wish all friends a happy New Year.

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The sky is clear in winter, and the heavy Hanzhong city walls are ancient and vicissitudes. The flags are flying above the city head and guard them tightly. Although the eastern gate of Hanzhong was already wide open at this time, it seemed that the city gate had become a forbidden area. Even if there was no soldiers and soldiers guarding them, no one dared to cross the line.

Inside and outside the city wall, there were crowds of people. Outside the city, 50,000 Huangtian Camp soldiers stood in a tall military posture, motionless in the cold wind, and a silence filled the world. The 30,000 escort soldiers in the city were also extremely majestic, as if the two sides were confronting each other through the thick city wall, and were full of tension.

Most of the people in Hanzhong gathered together in the city. They were different from the army, either whispering or pointing. But the focus of all eyes was on the head of the East Gate of Hanzhong. Because it was the most eye-catching place today. The second negotiation between the King of the Tianfeng Yellow Turbans and the Saint of the Tianfeng Yellow Turbans was held at the head of the Hanzhong city.

This was Zhang Baiqi's final decision, and he was also scared by the last negotiation. This time, under the attention of all the Hanzhong people, the negotiations were openly under the gaze of soldiers on both sides, and the main generals of both sides participated. If the two performed the "full martial arts" in the first negotiation again, then let the troops from both sides demolish Hanzhong City together! Zhang Baiqi also expected that the two would never easily fight, so they had to do it.

The negotiation time was set in the morning, and the location was a temporary tent set up at the head of Hanzhong City. Obviously, Qin Yang's troops and Zhang Ning's escort army had already received news. The 30,000 escort army and 50,000 Huangtian Camp soldiers had already arrived inside and outside the city wall to cheer for their commander.

Zhang Baiqi arrived on the top of the city early, but what he didn't expect was that someone came earlier than him. When he came to the tent, Zhang Ning, the saint of the Yellow Turban Sect, had already sat there with his commander.

"Did this girl arrive last night?...Isn't she here on purpose??" Zhang Baiqi saw Zhang Ning wearing a bronze mask and silent, and the scene of the last dispute between the two sides immediately appeared in his mind.

Thinking of this, Zhang Baiqi couldn't help but sweat again. If that were true, Ning'er would have been a big deal. This time it was not as simple as fighting and demolishing the houses as last time. The troops of both sides were eyeing the city, and it was very likely that they would directly turn into a fierce flesh-and-blood battle. And there were so many Hanzhong people...

The more Zhang Baiqi thought about it, the more he felt the pain in his heart. He couldn't help but cough and said, "Ning... Saint, you..."

"His Royal Highness of the Yellow Turban King of Heavenly Firm is here!" A loud shout interrupted Zhang Baiqi's words. The door of the tent opened, and Qin Yang brought Guo Jia, Ma Yuanyi and other Yellow Turban generals in a gorgeous costume into the crowd.

"Long live the Ming King! Long live the Yellow Turban!" The warriors of Huangtian Camp outside the city shook Hanzhong like a tsunami.

"Long live the saint! Long live the Yellow Turban!" The apologists in the city were not willing to be outdone. The roars from both sides were one after another, and they were shouting for their commander with their strongest roars.

"Damn it! Am I late again?" Qin Yang's signature smile froze on his face. He looked at Zhang Ning, who had already sat down and could not see any expression. In order to avoid the embarrassment of being late last time, Qin Yang got up early today and arrived at the city wall more than an hour in advance. Unexpectedly, Zhang Ning came earlier.

"Your Highness Ming is late again." Zhang Ning's voice sounded, Zhang Baiqi's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat suddenly popped up. The thing that was most worried finally happened.

"Oh...hehe, sorry, sorry, the saint is worried about the country and the people, and everything is in front of Qin Yang. Qin Yang is ashamed of himself..." Qin Yang was beyond Zhang Baiqi's expectations. After being slightly stunned, he smiled again and apologized repeatedly. In this way, even Guo Jia, Ma Yuanyi and others behind Qin Yang were a little confused. They didn't understand that Qin Yang, who had to argue three points on weekdays and never forgive others, suddenly became like a humble gentleman today? Could it be that a serious illness burned the King of the Yellow Turbans?!

"Well, just know if you are wrong... Go out and drink the northwest wind for an hour, and come in when the time comes! I feel disgusted when I see you!" Zhang Ning's tone could not hear the slightest joking, but the word "disgusting" seemed to vent, and was very serious.

"Ning'er! Don't mess around!" Zhang Baiqi frowned. Qin Yang's performance was beyond his expectations, but Zhang Ning clearly did not give Qin Yang any face. Not to mention Qin Yang, even the generals under Qin Yang immediately changed their colors and glared. The atmosphere in the entire tent suddenly became tense. The humiliation of the commander was the shame of the general, and even the well-cultivated Guo Jia and Ma Yuanyi could not bear it. A bloody battle of meeting each other was about to break out!

"What? Is Your Highness Ming's ears not easy to use? I'll let you get out!" Zhang Ning ignored Zhang Baiqi and said impatiently, as if she was not scolding the Yellow Turban King who held an army of 300,000, but her unused slave.

"Saint, don't bully others..." Ma Yuanyi raised his eyebrows and shouted sternly. At the same time, he had already pinched a talisman in his hand and was ready to take action at any time.

"Military Ma! Forget it..." Qin Yang reached out to stop Ma Yuanyi, looked at Zhang Ning deeply, and smiled slightly, saying, "Since the saint doesn't want to see me, then let's go out. The weather is very good today, and the scenery should be good..."

"Satisfied the affair, everything was Qin Yang's fault. No matter what the saint asked Qin Yang, I would not complain at all." After Qin Yang said that, he bowed deeply at Zhang Ning, turned around and walked out of the tent under the astonished eyes of everyone.

After Qin Yang's generals walked out of the tent with full of anger and resentment, Zhang Baiqi let out a long sigh, then frowned at Zhang Ning and said, "Ning'er! You're doing this too much! Do you really want to see my Yellow Turban soldiers splashing blood on the battlefield again? Stop making trouble, hurry up and invite His Highness Ming back!"

"I'm messing around?" Zhang Ning gritted his teeth under the bronze mask, feeling extremely aggrieved. "I wish I could break him up! Let him get out of here and be considered a bargain!"

Outside the big tent, Qin Yang, who had just entered, appeared again with all the generals, which made everyone in the city stunned. The shouts of "Long live the Ming King!" sounded again, and the voices of "Long live the saint!" in the city also came to join in the fun, with the smell of "You have finished singing and I will appear".

Letting the shouts under the city be like a thunderous sea, Qin Yang looked at the sky with his eyes dazed and said nothing. The generals under his command were also at a loss and looked at Qin Yang quietly. After a while, the shouts under the city gradually began to become messy and weakened. The soldiers of the Huangtian Camp who thought Qin Yang would appear on the city again to say something to boost morale began to wonder. The figure of His Royal Highness of the Yellow Turban King was motionless at the city and had no intention of speaking. Could it be that His Highness came out to see the scenery? The soldiers of Huangtian Camp looked at the city in confusion. If these bloody men knew that Qin Yang was scolded, the Hanzhong City would soon turn into a sea of ​​blood.

"Your Highness... are you..." Guo Jia couldn't stand the instigation of everyone and came to Qin Yang with a tough bullet. Even he was resourceful, he couldn't figure out what Qin Yang was trying to get wrong today. Even if Qin Yang wanted to pretend to be a gentleman, there was no need to say such heavy words before leaving the tent, right?

"Guo Jia..."

"Your Highness!"

"The scenery is nice today, but the wind is a little cold..."

"Yeah?..." Guo Jia looked at the flags that fluttered gently on the city wall from time to time, a little confused. It was obviously a beautiful sunny day, and it was a rare good weather in the deep winter, so why did Qin Yang say it was cold?

"Your Highness, I'm sorry. Even if you have the world in your heart, you don't want to see me killing each other inside the Yellow Turbans and be generous and tolerant. But the saint is aggressive and clearly does not understand even the good intentions of Your Highness. If this continues, you may suffer heavy losses!" Guo Jia put away his laughter and said seriously. He felt that Qin Yang seemed to have changed his own person today, and only by speaking up with righteous advice was the only way.

"If you are wrong, you have to bear it. As the King of the Yellow Turbans, this should be the case. What is the point of giving in? It can relieve my guilt slightly, and it will do whatever you want..."

"Your Highness?..." Guo Jia suddenly stopped. He heard that there was a different meaning in Qin Yang's words, as if he was a pun. But he didn't know why, so he could only sigh silently and stand behind Qin Yang and stop talking.

"Your Highness is kind-hearted and puts the overall situation first in everything. Zhang Baiqi obeys you! Zhang Baiqi dares to ask Your Highness to re-enter the account..."

"Oh?" Qin Yang turned around and looked at Zhang Baiqi with an ugly face and asked, "Is this what the saint meant?"

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