It was the trembling sound of a knife being drawn.
Agron's eyes turned cold and there was cold sweat on his forehead.
"No, Your Majesty!!"
Chaming Weirou rushed out, grabbed Qin Yun's dragon robe, and begged: "Your Majesty, can you give me a chance?"
"I can convince my father to abandon the darkness and turn to the light!"
Qin Yun looked down at her and glanced at her.
He said a little coldly: "Get out of the way, or I'll kill you too!"
"Your Majesty, please."
"The Zazahar tribe has never thought of becoming an enemy of Daxia, so why would you let things get worse?"
"My father was just bewitched by Xiliang. As long as I come forward to lobby, the situation will definitely improve." Cha Mingwei Judo.
"Princess!"
"You are the pearl of my grassland, you don't need to ask for help!"
"Humph, the leader will avenge me!" Agron said firmly.
"Shut up!"
Chaming Weirou turned around and scolded her, showing off the inherent aggression of the prairie princess.
Qin Yun sneered: "You, the envoy, seem to be proud!"
"In this case, if I don't do something, won't all the tribes in the grassland dare to take advantage of me in the future?"
Looking into Wei Rou's azure eyes, a hint of panic flashed through.
Start by entering the palace.
Her proud heart was weakening invisibly. This man seemed to be a prairie god, making people awe.
As Qin Yun raised his sword high, Agron's eyes shrank with fear!
The moment he slashed his neck.
Chaming Weirou shouted: "Your Majesty!"
"Save someone under the knife!"
"I agree to your terms!"
"I surrender to you on behalf of the Zazahar tribe!"
The voice fell.
Qin Yun's sword stopped, and the entire palace was extremely quiet.
"Princess!"
"Do you know what you are talking about?"
"How can my proud Zazahar bow his head!"
"What should we do with our tribe? No territory will be swallowed up by the cold winter every year!" Agron roared angrily.
No one knows their sorrow and sorrow, just like the leader Cha Mingmu, if they don't cooperate, they will lose their territory.
Without territory, the tribe will die sooner or later, and no nomads can escape the harsh weather of the grasslands.
Enough people have died over the years!
Wei Rou's eyes flashed with sadness.
He said softly: "I did this just for the future of my people."
"Master Age, you don't need to say any more, I will make the decision on this matter."
"Princess, you are confused!" Agron was furious.
In his view, cooperation with Xiliang is the only way out.
Weirou ignored it and raised her beautiful eyes.
"Your Majesty, can we talk alone?"
Qin Yun groaned, then sheathed his sword, waved his hand, and a guard in golden clothes dragged Agron down.
The entire Nanliang Palace was quickly emptied at the signal.
"Say it."
"But I advise you to correct your position!" Qin Yun sat down and said calmly.
Chaming Weirou took a deep breath, and then looked straight at him.
"Now that the matter has come to an end, let's talk about it."
"Master Age just told me that the twelve tribes of the grassland are discussing cooperation with Xiliang to fight against Daxia."
"Daxia has nothing to fear from one tribe, but if twelve tribes join forces, I don't believe that Your Majesty will not be afraid."
Qin Yun raised his eyebrows: "What exactly do you want to say?"
She took a step forward, her beautiful eyes serious and serious.
"Zazahar has made good friends with Daxia and formed an alliance, and I am willing to come forward and speak on your behalf to urge the twelve tribes to sit down and discuss with Daxia."
"I guarantee, there is a high possibility that they will leave Xiliang's wooing!"
"In this way, Your Majesty, you can completely concentrate on dealing with the rebellion in Xiliang."
"Even with my father's help, Xiliang will become an isolated place that can be overturned at any time!"
Hearing this, Qin Yun smiled.
"Tsk, tsk, the princess gave me such a good cake to eat, I'm really flattered."
"Now that the first half is finished, let's talk about the second half."
Chaming Weirou pursed her red lips.
He raised his head and said generously: "My request is very simple, I want a status!"
"Name?"
Qin Yun was suspicious for a moment: "Do you want me to make your father king and lead the whole country?"
"No!"
She shook her head and blurted out: "I want your Majesty to marry me and give me a grand wedding."
"What?"
Qin Yun looked like I had heard him wrong, then he was stunned and stood up.
Cha Ming Weirou clenched her jade fist tightly and said without hesitation: "If I become His Majesty's woman, then naturally our two families will be one family. It will be easy to persuade the tribe's senior officials to help Daxia."
"And having grassland women in the royal family can also make other tribes less repulsive!"
She pulled off her veil, revealing her exotic and charming face.
Continue speaking loudly.
"The great grassland god Muba once said that when a man unveils a grassland woman, it is a marriage given by God."
"If you rebel, you will be condemned."
"I have thought clearly, Your Majesty, you are the first man to tear off my veil, you must be responsible!"
Her words are eloquent and generous, giving people a feeling of brave pursuit of love!
Qin Yun was dumbfounded.
I couldn't answer for a long time.
Am I dreaming? The prairie princess wants to marry me?
Such an exotic beauty might as well be a vase!
What's more, by marrying her, she is getting a dowry from a tribe, so she can earn a lot of money. This must have been Wang Min's idea in the first place.
He suppressed his joy and said calmly.
"Actually, you don't need to do this."
"Although I'm not a gentleman, I can't stop walking when I see a beautiful woman."
"Just negotiate, don't get too emotional."
"Tell me clearly, why are you suddenly willing to help me?"
A hint of disdain appeared in Weirou's beautiful blue eyes.
"I am a woman who has spoken to you like this, but you are still cowardly and weak. What kind of man are you?"
"Time waits for no one."
"If the grassland covenant is formed, you will be in much bigger trouble than me."
Qin Yun stood up, looked around her, and made a tut-tut sound.
"You have a good idea. If you marry me, you can continue to benefit your tribe in the future, right?"
Chaming Weirou snorted softly.
"It's a win-win situation, doesn't it benefit you?"
"Besides, I, a woman from the Zazahar tribe, have always been proud, no worse than your women from Daxia. Since you have torn off my veil, I must follow you."
Qin Yun curled his lips, somewhat disbelieving.
"What if I am an ordinary person?"
She blurted out, very seriously: "I will follow you just the same!"
"Plowing the land will give birth to many children!"
Qin Yun looked at her for a long time, but found that she was not lying.
Think for a while.
Said: "Are you sure you can explain the twelve tribes?"
"Yes!" She nodded heavily and said with great confidence: "As long as you are willing to delegate power to me, I can make twelve tribes switch sides!"
"impossible!"
Qin Yun refused without giving any face.
"Why?" Cha Ming Weirou frowned slightly, with a unique charm.