Rebirth: Phoenix Palm Nine Heavens

"When I was in the Northern Desert, I often heard about the reputation of the Fourth Miss, so I have always admired her, so I came here today just to make friends with the Fourth Miss." The Seventh Prince said with a smile.

"Make friends with me? Now South Vietnam and Northern Desert are preparing to negotiate peace. If the Seventh Prince comes at this time, does it mean he doesn't want peace talks between the two countries?" Xiao Jinse raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know what the Fourth Miss means by this. If Xiao Wang's actions today misunderstood the Fourth Miss, please forgive me. If necessary, Xiao Wang can explain it to His Majesty the South Vietnamese." The Seventh Prince said with a smile on his face. .

"That's not necessary. If the Seventh Prince wants to sow trust between the Emperor and the General's Mansion, he can come here now." Xiao Jinse made a gesture of invitation.

The missions of both countries have checked into the inn, and the peace talks began on a sunny day.

In the spacious and bright Wenhua Hall, representatives from the two countries sat opposite each other at a rectangular table. There was a tense atmosphere in the hall, and everyone's expressions looked serious and focused.

The envoy from Xiliang spoke first. His voice was firm and powerful: "We are here to take back our empress and several generals. Three cities have been ceded. We also ask South Vietnam to fulfill its promise and release our empress." and the general.”

The minister of Honglu Temple raised his eyebrows slightly and responded: "Now you, Xiliang, are begging us for South Vietnam, so when to release your empress, it depends on our Majesty's wishes."

"We have an agreement with General Zijin to exchange three cities for our empress." Xiliang envoy said positively.

"You also said that it was General Zijin who said it, not our Majesty, so General Zijin's words don't count." The Minister of War curled his lips.

The two sides were arguing endlessly, and no one was willing to make concessions. The Xiliang envoys put forward their opinions, but all of them were refuted by South Vietnamese officials. For a moment, the situation was tense, and Nanyue spared no effort to press Xiliang's face to the ground and rub it.

In the end, Xiliang paid five cities in exchange for his empress and general.

Compared with Xiliang, Beimo doesn't need to think so much. They brought a dozen warriors to South Vietnam this time, thinking about fighting South Vietnam in the ring. If they can win in the ring, they will undoubtedly trample South Vietnam's face under their feet. . But it is hard for South Vietnam to refuse such a request. If they win, South Vietnam will be glorious. If they lose, South Vietnam will be disgraced.

What's more, the people of the Northern Desert are tall and burly, and compared to these young men from aristocratic families in Jingning City, they are simply inferior.

For the two competitions, the emperor specially ordered a ring to be built on the palace grounds.

On the school grounds that day, the sun was blazing and the flags were ringing. The soldiers competing in the two countries held their heads high, held their specialized weapons, and stood ready.

With the sound of a gong, the competition officially begins. A soldier from the Northern Desert rushed towards the soldiers from South Vietnam like a tiger descending the mountain. He swung the broadsword in his hand and struck at the soldiers from South Vietnam. The South Vietnamese soldiers were as steady as a rock, cleverly avoiding the attack by sideways, and then counterattacked with their swords.

Both sides come and go, refusing to give in to each other. The moves of the Northern Desert soldiers were fierce and powerful, and every attack was like thunder; the swordsmanship of the South Vietnamese soldiers was flexible and changeable, and their defense was watertight. Their movements are lightning fast and dazzling.

The onlookers held their breath and stared at every move on the field. Whenever there is a wonderful attack and defense, bursts of cheers will erupt from the crowd.

The one who came on stage this time was Qi Si, a soldier from the Northern Desert. He was the tallest among the Northern Desert envoys. He suddenly jumped into the air and stabbed the South Vietnamese soldiers with his spear like a rainbow piercing the sun. The South Vietnamese soldier was unable to escape and was shot through the shoulder. The blood instantly dyed his clothes red, but he still did not flinch. He dodged sideways and cut off the spear head that pierced his body with his sword.