In just a few days, Dajing regained its lost territory and pressed troops on the Miluo border. A few days later, Miluo sent people to seek peace. Fang Zilan and Zhuge Yu went to Lincheng to formally negotiate peace with Miluo.
Miluo's rules are strict and hierarchical. After Fang Zilan and Zhuge Yu entered Lincheng, after many rounds of inspections, they finally met Murong Xun and Mu Chuji, who were in charge of the peace talks in Miluo.
"His Royal Highness King Qi, King Zhongzheng, Miluo is really sincere in inviting you two to come for peace talks." Fang Zilan looked indifferent, but spoke mercilessly, "Is there no one in Miluo? Why can I always see you two?"
"Both each other." Mu Chuji smiled nonchalantly, "Sister, we meet again."
Fang Zilan looked stern. Peace talks were not her specialty. She was just here to watch the excitement. She immediately snorted and stopped talking, leaving the place to Zhuge Yu.
"Two princes, we have seen your country's conditions, but they are too perfunctory." Zhuge Yu said coldly: "If your country has such an attitude, peace talks are not necessary."
Hearing this, Fang Zilan quickly ran through the conditions he had seen before in his mind. Overall, they were not satisfactory. Although it was not too bad, it could not be said to be very good. They came to negotiate, and they came to bargain.
She had suffered a loss at the hands of the Secretary of the Ministry of Finance before, but she still felt sad about it, so she completely stepped aside and allowed Zhuge Yu to do his best, watching the two sides go back and forth.
Zhuge Yu had a very high profile as soon as he came up. No matter what Murong Xun and Mu Chuji said, they all said that if there was no sincerity, it would be better not to talk. The capital would not be short of this little money. At worst, they would send troops if the talks failed. It’s time to expand the territory.
Fang Zilan secretly thought that Zhuge Yu's appearance was really bluffing. If she hadn't known that the battle in Dajing was a national effort, she would have thought it was just a joke. There were many soldiers, horses, money and food behind her.
However, Murong Xun and Mu Chuji are not that easy to fool. In the early stage, Dajing lost several cities but did not fight back. They just stubbornly refused to get out. Anyone with some experience knows that there must be something weird, not to mention their experience in the battlefield. The man of war.
The two sides were in a stalemate for two consecutive days. Seeing that the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching and there was no conclusion yet, Fang Zilan couldn't help but feel a little depressed.
That day, she was sitting on the roof, looking at the increasingly round moon, feeling a sense of loneliness in her heart. How many years has it been? She didn't even have a good Mid-Autumn Festival, she was born to be busy.
"Sister Lan." Zhuge Yu's voice came from under the eaves, and Fang Zilan jumped down from the roof neatly, "A Yu, you want to see me if you have anything to do?"
"It's just a matter of peace talks." Zhuge Yu straightened his sleeves. Fang Zilan looked at him briefly and saw that his face was full of tiredness. She said helplessly: "It's not settled yet?"
"The new emperor of Miluo sent someone to deliver new peace negotiation conditions." Zhuge Yu's expression was dark and unclear, "The general conditions have not changed, but one has been added."
"What?" Fang Zilan asked subconsciously. Zhuge Yu lowered his eyes and said, "Send Prince Zhongzheng's son Murong Qing to the capital as a hostage."
Fang Zilan was stunned for a moment, then realized: "Isn't this condition too specific to Murong Xun? Can he agree?"
"Murong Xun complained about his illness. I didn't see him at the banquet just now." Zhuge Yu sighed lightly, "If we add this, sincerity will be enough, and the other clauses cannot be too demanding."
Fang Zilan frowned slightly, "The new emperor of Miluo is really cruel, isn't he afraid that Murong Xun will be forced to rebel?"
"Not to mention Murong Xun, this condition itself is a hot potato." Zhuge Yu pursed his thin lips tightly, "Once Murong Qing enters our capital, what will happen in the future..."
He did not continue, but Fang Zilan's heart tightened. If Murong Qing had any trouble in Dajing in the future, it would not only solve Mu Churui's major problem, but also give Miluo an excuse to send troops.
"It seems that Sister Lan has also thought of it." Zhuge Yu's expression darkened, and Fang Zilan nodded, "But now these peace negotiation conditions..."
"This is the best we can get at the moment." Zhuge Yu calmed his expression and said, "I have sent a letter back. Everything is decided by your Majesty."
"No matter what, we tried our best." Fang Zilan breathed a long sigh of relief, "That's it, let's leave it to fate."
"Sister Lan, do you believe in destiny?" Zhuge Yu suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and Fang Zilan also smiled, "Of course I don't believe it. What I believe is that my destiny is determined by me and not by nature."
"If you really have it up to you, why do you think that every Mid-Autumn Festival..." Zhuge Yu was interrupted by Fang Zilan impatiently when he was halfway through his words, "A Yu, you really don't want to open any pot."
"After the peace talks are over, if there are no accidents, Dajing will be able to maintain stability for at least ten years." Zhuge Yu's smile became even brighter, "I think Sister Lan will be able to spend every holiday in the future happily."
"I accept your auspicious words." Fang Zilan said as if remembering something, and asked: "Ah Yu, you said that the incense in Baiye Temple is strong, is it really that effective? If it is really effective, why is your wish for peace in the world, sea, Qinghe, and the world? It still hasn’t happened yet?”
"The so-called wish comes from the heart, and we hope to become a king in the dying moon. If it doesn't last for many years, how can we call it a wish?" Zhuge Yu raised his eyebrows and raised his lips with a wide smile, "I can afford to wait, and I will definitely see Hai Qinghe in my lifetime. The world is at peace."
"Yes, if it can be realized easily, what is your wish?" Fang Zilan muttered in a low voice, and Zhuge Yu couldn't help but ask: "Sister Lan, what is your wish?"
"Me?" Fang Zilan was stunned for a while, and for some reason she suddenly remembered the words "mountains and rivers will last forever". However, she hesitated for a moment, but in the end she couldn't say it out.
Seeing that she didn't want to say anything, Zhuge Yu didn't ask too much, and the two of them went back to their rooms to rest.
The next day, Ying Falcon received a letter. Li Shengxuan agreed to the Miluo people's peace talks. After the two parties signed the corresponding documents, Zhuge Yu went back to the capital to resume his duties, while Fang Zilan stayed in Lincheng and escorted him to the capital after Murong Qing, Prince Zhongzheng's son, arrived. Make protons.
Fang Zilan felt that the Miluo people had too many rules, so she didn't interact with them much for several days. She just heard that Mu Chuji had returned to the capital of Miluo Kingdom to resume his duties, and Murong Xun was still staying in Lincheng, waiting for Murong Qing.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, Murong Xun invited Fang Zilan to a banquet. She originally planned to avoid going, but after thinking about it, she decided to go.
People in a foreign land seemed lonely even during the holidays. Fang Zilan felt very uncomfortable when she thought about this. She casually took the wine glass on the table, but the moment she smelled the aroma of the wine, she suddenly thought of Awan.
Before she left, Awan gave her numerous warnings and repeated them to her for a long time. One of them was that she should not drink alcohol. Recalling Awan's stern face and exhausted look, she was still obedient and put the wine glass back immediately.
She misses her family even more during the festive season, and speaking of it, she still misses Awan a little. If Vice General Cao hadn't been seriously injured and needed someone to take care of him, Awan would have followed her to Lin City, and she wouldn't be like this alone.
When Murong Xun saw Fang Zilan sighing, he took the initiative to ask: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, does Mr. Fang miss his relatives?"
