Yuan Tu and others felt cold all over their bodies and stood there like sculptures.
I originally thought that I would at least be favored by the Emperor of Xia Dynasty.
But I didn't expect that when it came, it was a threat, a naked threat, without any discussion.
Yuan Tu was unwilling to accept this humiliation and wanted to speak.
But the next second.
Qin Yun gave the order and asked the Ministry of War to dispatch 200,000 troops from the south of the Yangtze River to the front line!
At that moment, several people's scalps exploded!
Seriously?!
They were frightened and wanted to go back quickly to report the news and discuss countermeasures.
Standing here is just being humiliated.
As the gate of Taiji Hall slowly closed, they left in dejection.
I couldn't even make it to this dinner, which was really embarrassing!
After driving these people away, Tai Chi Hall became quiet.
Qin Yun sat back on the dragon chair and looked at the people from the other three tribes.
"You three families don't have to be shy about Xiliang's revenge. Since you have surrendered to me, I will do my duty as a big brother and eliminate disasters for you!"
"Within three days, I will draw up a list of rewards as a compliment and compensation for you."
"Especially the Zazahar tribe."
"This time I am marrying you, which has caused you such a disaster. I will never forget you."
Soft-spoken and kind.
It was a huge difference from the terrifying image just now.
The leader of Chamingmu, Nazha, and the envoy Shijie were flattered.
They all knelt down.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."
"We are willing to follow Daxia, make achievements, and put down the rebellion in Xiliang."
They were completely convinced now.
Daxia's family is so rich. Who wouldn't be afraid of an army of 200,000 people wandering around the door of your grassland home?
Moreover, the three of them are basically at odds with Xiliang, so surrendering to Qin Yun is the best plan.
"It's still early."
"My dear friends, please give me a seat."
"Cha Mingmu, the three of you can tell me about the current situation in Xiliang and the grassland, so that I can make a decision."
"..."
Throughout the morning, Taiji Hall was discussing the affairs of Xiliang.
As winter passed, the situation worsened, and everyone felt that a full-scale war was not far away.
Qin Yun understood all the conditions of the weather, food and grass, routes, and all the forces in Xiliang and the grassland.
It's noon.
hold a ceremony.
The appointment of Chaming Weirou as a noble concubine broke the traditional hostility and distance between the Han people and the grassland in one fell swoop.
At the same time, Qin Yun issued an order to inform the world.
Daxia has no ill intentions towards the grassland, and is only targeting Xiliang and the rebels.
In this way, many small grassland ethnic groups will not be hostile to Daxia and will not be kept in the dark.
afternoon.
Qin Yun seized the time and issued several more secret letters.
The first is the Zhenbei Army.
The second is the Jiangnan General Army.
The third is the state capitals.
Xiliang will take action, and the grassland needs to be intimidated, so he has to rack his brains to mobilize his troops.
But fortunately, we dealt with thieves and traitors a few times in the past and seized a lot of money and food.
It was enough to support Daxia's use of troops against Xiliang.
Everything is done.
It's already nightfall.
In Weiyang Palace, Qin Yun set up a Manchu and Han banquet to ceremoniously receive the three major tribes on the grassland.
Although they are not strong, there are only three tribes.
But because of their marriage and the fact that they were natives of the grassland, Qin Yun wanted to support them and support them in becoming his spokesperson in the grassland.
And to attack the Xiliang rebels, they can do many things from behind.
After three rounds of drinking, singing and dancing made peace!
These people from the grassland are so good at drinking, especially Chamingmu, who is the most liberal. After all, her daughter is already the princess of Daxia.
He kept drinking with Qin Yun and almost drank Qin Yun to the ground!
"Your Majesty, come on, come on, you are the true warrior of Daxia, I will toast you again!"
"The highest respect from the grassland is to drink a lot of highland barley wine."
His face was ruddy, and his rough face looked cheerful and heroic, but there was no trace of drunkenness at all.
Looking at the cup of highland barley wine, Qin Yun cried out in his heart!
It's not that he can't drink. The key is that if he continues to drink, how can he sleep with Chaming Weirou?
He has been thinking about this all day long!
The proud princess of the grassland must feel a sense of accomplishment after conquering it, right?
So, he cleverly pretended to be drunk.
Xiao Jian had sharp eyes and stepped forward to block the drink.
"Master Cha Mingmu, your Majesty is too drunk."
"How about I drink with you?"
Cha Mingmu's eyes were a little reluctant, but he couldn't say anything: "Okay, General Xiao, I respect you!"
Take advantage of this gap.
Qin Yun immediately winked at Mu Le, Yan Zhong and others.
All the ministers received the look and stepped forward to toast, surrounding the people from the three major tribes.
He himself left.
In the corridor outside Weiyang Palace.
First he vomited for a while beside the flowers, which frightened the eunuch and the maid.
He cursed and said: "Damn it, this Cha Mingmu did it on purpose, right?"
"How can I have a bridal chamber when I'm drunk?"
Feng Lao smiled bitterly: "Your Majesty, this is the rule of the grassland."
"When you marry a woman from the grassland, you have to drink alcohol and pass the test, otherwise they will not be happy."
Qin Yun wiped his mouth and shook his head vigorously: "Do you still have this bad habit?"
"I finally made it through!"
Feng Lao's wrinkled face gave out a helpless smile.
"Your Majesty, I'm afraid not yet..."
Qin Yun turned around and said drunkenly: "What do you mean?"
Feng Lao said: "When prairie women get married, most of them have difficulties on the wedding day."
"I found out that the imperial concubine is the pearl of the grassland. Even if she is not the princess of a country, she is an extremely proud existence. I am afraid that she will cause some obstacles for His Majesty."
Qin Yun stared, stumbling?
Do you mean not letting yourself sleep?
He was drunk and hummed: "Hmph, I want to see what kind of trouble she dares to make!"
"Inverted!"
After saying that, he staggered towards Wei Rou's bedroom.
Feng Lao smiled bitterly. He wanted to say that the stumbling block was probably drinking or lifting weights, but he didn't have time to say it.
The group of people quickly followed Qin Yun.
After half a stick of incense.
Mingyu Palace has arrived. This is the palace given to Chaming Weirou.
Snapped!
Qin Yun drank, kicked the door open a little roughly, and walked in.
The eunuchs quickly went up and closed the door.
In the bedroom, red candles were burning, and the word "happy" was prominently displayed, making it very festive.
The scent of sandalwood overflows, but no one is there.
"Where are the people!"
"I'm here, but you don't welcome me?"
Qin Yun shouted at the top of his lungs. He was so drunk that he inevitably lost his temper. He didn't look elegant at all, but rather rough.
Wei Rou lifted the bead curtain and walked out slowly.
Wearing a bright red palace dress, her hot figure is wrapped and she is extremely sexy.
With a gold hairpin on her head, she is extremely graceful and luxurious, and her flaming red lips are so charming that people can't help but want to kiss her.
The exotic face, with a touch of powder and pink, can be described as beautiful.
From top to bottom, she exudes wild beauty!
She raised the corners of her mouth and said with interest.
"Looking at how frail and polite you are usually, I didn't expect you to marry me today, but you are actually a bit manly."
"I thought you were going to knock on the door and come in."
Qin Yun looked at it with a hint of obsession in his eyes, this is my bride!
So beautiful.
Then he burped: "Then do you prefer me to kick the door or knock on the door?"
She blurted out: "Kick the door!"
"The man of this princess cannot be like the Han Chinese who are sour and scholarly, and must be somewhat masculine."
"Otherwise, all the children born in the future will be weak and timid!"