Da Bong fights more people

Emperor Yongxing looked around at the crowd and said slowly:

"I sympathize with the soldiers and the people, and I can't bear to go to war again. The matter of peace negotiation is settled like this."

Imperial city, palace.

The luxury carriage was parked outside the mansion, and Qian Qingshu got out of the car with the support of his servants on a small stool. The guards outside the palace knew his identity and did not stop him.

All the way into the mansion, a moment later in the inner hall, the butler led him into the inner courtyard and came to Wang Shoufu's bedroom.

For a decent person like Wang Shoufu, seeing guests is not in the study, but in the bedroom, which shows how serious the condition is.

Beast gold charcoal is blazing, exuding warmth, the bedroom door and windows are closed, and there are two maids standing in the outer room and inner room.

Wang Shoufu sat leaning against him, with a soft pillow on his back.

He was thin and bony, and his face could not hide his old age, except for a pair of eyes, which were still bright and energetic.

"Ugh!"

Qian Qingshu sighed: "Why is your disease not getting better?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and told the maids to step back.

"Perhaps the end is approaching." Wang Zhenwen smiled:

"As soon as a person gets old, he will be sick like a mountain, and the gods can't save him. The so-called knowing the destiny at fifty, since it is the destiny, then let nature take its course."

Qian Qingshu pondered for a while, and said:

"I shouldn't have come to you, it's important to let you recover from your illness, it's just"

Wang Zhenwen raised his hand to interrupt, pointed to the window, and said:

"Help me open the window first."

Qian Qingshu frowned:

"It's freezing cold, open the window, can your bones withstand it?"

Wang Zhenwen waved his hand:

"The stagnation in this room makes me feel uncomfortable. Wouldn't it be easier to get sick? Stop talking nonsense, and open the window quickly."

Qian Qingshu hesitated for a while, walked to the window, opened a small opening, and let the cold but fresh wind blow into the room.

He returned to the bed, sat down on the round stool, thought for a while, and said:

"Qingzhou has fallen."

Seeing that Wang Zhenwen didn't speak, he also fell silent. After a while, Wang Zhenwen's voice was low:

"Go on"

"Jianzheng died in battle in Qingzhou. The rebel army now occupies Qingzhou and confronts Yang Gong at the border of Yongzhou. Yesterday, Yao Hong, the governor of Yongzhou, handed over the papers. Yunzhou wanted to send a delegation to negotiate peace."

Wang Zhenwen listened without saying a word, did not move for a while, and his eyes seemed to freeze.

After Qian Qingshu finished speaking, his eyes moved slightly, and he regained his anger:

"His Majesty agrees?"

There was deep disappointment in his tone.

Qian Qingshu nodded lightly:

"There is no choice. Dafeng lost his supervisor, and there is a vacancy in the extraordinary combat power. It is like a flock without a leader. Sooner or later, the hearts of the people will be scattered. If you continue to fight, what is the use.

"Translocation, I'm afraid I will be like him"

Suddenly realizing that what he said was disrespectful, he sighed and changed his words:

"It's the same with other princes."

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhenwen nodded slowly and said:

"He was sure of this, and when he was sure of winning, he took the initiative to send a mission to negotiate peace."

Qian Qingshu gave a wry smile:

"There are many smart people, but they all pretend to be fools. Who doesn't know the truth, but what can be done? Recently, the people in the capital are panic-stricken. You tried to calm down, but in fact, you were scared out of your wits. You even think that Dafeng's demise is just a matter of time. question.

"If you haven't found another way out, it's already considered loyal.

"Your Majesty also knows that the peace talks are a blunt knife, but what can he do? The peace talks are his only hope, and he will desperately seize them, and then say to himself, all this is to buy time and wait for the cold to pass. "

Wang Zhenwen was silent for a while, then said:

"Don't talk about this, you find a way to get Xu Qi'an to come and see me."

"he?"

Qian Qingshu shook his head with a wry smile:

"Who can watch this uncle, I don't even know where he is."

"He is in the capital, he must be in the capital now." Wang Zhenwen covered his mouth and coughed violently, "The prisoner is dead, and he will definitely come back. Hey, if the Yunzhou rebels want to negotiate a peace, it depends on whether he agrees or not."

Qian Qingshu got up, strode to the window, closed the window, turned around and said:

"Do you think Xu Yinluo can solve this crisis?"

Wang Zhenwen was silent, and after a long time, he whispered:

"Even if Wei Yuan comes back to life, he won't be able to win this game of dead chess."

Si Tianjian.

In the alchemy room on the seventh floor, Xu Qi'an didn't even return home, so he went straight to find Song Qing.

"I have gathered all the materials for the soul-calling banner, but there is one auxiliary material."

Xu Qi'an took out the fragments of the book from the ground, two jade bottles exuding cold and yin energy, a stone covered with honeycomb holes, and a mass of silk that was as black as ink and exuded highly poisonous gas.

Song Qing quickly took Pidu Pill, covered her mouth and nose with a silk cloth soaked in the potion, and then pulled out the cork of the porcelain bottle to confirm the materials.

Inside the porcelain bottle are the nails of the ancient corpse, and the black corpse water extracted from the carotid artery.

After confirming Mingjinshi and the silk that emits poisonous gas, Song Qing said: