Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes: "I hope you remember the conditions."
Fengchen waved his hand: "I won't forget."
Jiang Fan shook his hands and threw him an envelope: "All the information I want you to provide is in it. Remember to respond."
Feng Chen just took a look at it and shook it with his big hand, and the envelope instantly turned into ashes. "I'll tell you when I get back, but there's something I can tell you in advance. Lingzong did come and was caught by me."
Jiang Fan was surprised: "Did you arrest someone from the Ling Sect?"
Feng Chen sneered: "Spying on my Golden-crowned Eagle King is an unforgivable crime. If one of them hadn't escaped, I would have executed him long ago. But, what is the relationship between Lingzong and my father?"
Jiang Fan smiled lightly: "Maybe not, it's just a guess."
Fengchen actually thought for a moment: "Your guess is generally reasonable, but I won't leave it to you until you can explain it clearly. Okay, let's not talk about it anymore. Such a big battle should have alarmed a lot of people. I should gone."
Jiang Fan casually cupped his hands and said, "Let's say goodbye."
Fengchen walked to the tent door and turned around to look at him: "Jiang Fan, no matter what, I have to tell you something. You are the first person I want to kill."
Jiang Fan was stunned: "Isn't it Ying Wushuang?"
Feng Chen laughed wildly and jumped away like a big bird.
It seemed like they were having a great time chatting, but how could Jiang Fan not feel the murderous intent that lurked in Feng Chen from now on? From now on, he might really be listed as the number one person Feng Chen must kill.
But no matter what, Feng Chen agreed to settle the Feng family's bet, and at least one of the three major issues should be resolved first.
Next, there is the matter of King Hunxie's bet and Princess Crescent Moon.
King Hunxie must compensate the Qin State for its gold, silver, cattle and horses, while the Golden Tent Royal Court is faced with how to treat Xinyue.
At the banquet the next day, Jiang Fan didn't hold back and didn't give in at all.
"A defeat is a defeat, King Hemur, can't you afford to lose?"
Jiang Fan raised his chin with a look of disdain.
The fierce light in the triangular eyes flashed, and the anger in King Hunxie's heart could be imagined. However, the White Wolf God arrived yesterday and conveyed the will of Changshengtian. At this time, he could not represent the barbarians and could not afford to lose.
But he never thought that he would really lose. Even if he couldn't do it, there would still be Wang Ting, but he didn't expect that even Wang Ting wouldn't stop others from taking the lead.
I was extremely annoyed and depressed. That was one hundred thousand livestock and one million taels of silver. Has such a thing ever happened in the history of the barbarians? He had set a precedent and had lost face among the entire barbarian tribe.
"The high priest also said that the warriors of the grassland will take back everything they have in the war." He said coldly.
"That's something for later. Right now, His Excellency King Zuo Xian, please prepare one hundred thousand livestock and one million taels of silver. I have to return to my country for business."
Baturu spoke slowly: "King Xiaoyao, our barbarians can afford to lose. King Hemur will send these in full in three days."
As he spoke, he looked at King Hunxie with an indifferent look, unable to tell anything, but Jiang Fan always felt that he was not angry at King Hunxie's loss.
"Baturu!" King Hunxie didn't have much respect for the prairie war god: "Your son also lost."
Batulu said calmly: "It's a pity that we don't have a bet."
King Hunxie seemed to be very annoyed. He, who was always so gloomy, actually snorted: "What do you say about Princess Crescent Moon? If I want this king to fulfill his contract, shouldn't the royal court show some attitude first?"
He was obviously very unhappy and simply dragged Wang Ting into the water.
Batulu frowned: "King Hemur, you are a little presumptuous in front of the Great Wolf Lord."
Jiang Fan smiled slightly: "King Hunxie still looks like he can't afford to lose. Why don't you give Wang Ting a try?"
For a moment, the air fell into silence.
The Crescent Moon Princess represents one of the three top ranches of Tianqi Mountain, Xueyan Mountain and Dayin Mountain. How will the Golden Tent Royal Court deal with it?
Except for King Hunxie, the other three kings are also waiting to see the results.
This matter involves the issue of face and lizi. First, the face issue of Xinyue's marriage. Xinyue has a special status and is known as the Pearl of the Grassland. She gave it to the Qin people, and the barbarians lost face.
Second, there is the issue of actual interests in the ownership of the Dayin Mountain Ranch. Join the Crescent Moon and marry each other, what will happen to the ranch? Is it true that according to the rules, it should be given to the people of Qin as a dowry? If not, what should I replace it with? And will Xinyue himself agree?
Batulu stared at King Hunxie: "The Great Wolf Lord has already taken care of this matter and will definitely resolve it satisfactorily. King Hemu'er only needs to figure out what he should do."
King Hunxie wanted to speak, but he saw that the face of the Great Wolf Lord had turned gloomy. He opened his mouth and finally swallowed it back, but his eyes were full of unwillingness and resentment.
"I can afford to lose. I'll give it to you in three days!" He spat out these words coldly, then threw down the horn cup and left the table.
After he left, the other three kings also ended the final banquet of the Fuli Conference under Batulu's signal and said goodbye one by one. Obviously they also understood that it was time for the Great Wolf Lord to communicate with King Xiaoyao of Qin alone. However, before the results come out, I believe they will definitely not return to the tribe.
The big tent suddenly became deserted, with only the Great Wolf Lord, the Great Elder, Batulu, Jiang Fan and Montaigne remaining.
After a long time, Batulu broke the calm.
"...My clan dares to give it, but King Xiaoyao dares to ask for it?"
Jiang Fan knew what he meant as soon as he heard it. The face and dignity represented by the new moon are too important. Not to mention that the four kings are waiting for news at the moment, the entire barbarian tribe is watching. If they really dare to return with Xinyue, the barbarian tribes may not let them leave the grassland without the help of the Great Wolf Lord.
Jiang Fan narrowed his eyes: "Can I interpret your words as a threat?"
"This is not a threat, you know that." Batulu said in a low tone.
Jiang Fan said: "So, are you planning to break your promise? Could it be the will of Changshengtian..."
"There is no doubt about Changshengtian's will!" Batulu interrupted directly.
"But we can negotiate on this matter, and I think we can find a more reasonable solution."
Jiang Fan smiled softly: "Oh? It seems that General Batulu already has an idea. How about I listen attentively?"
Batulu said: "Two hundred thousand cattle and sheep, two million gold and silver treasures."
Jiang Fan said: "Twice as many as King Hunxie..."
"Aren't you dissatisfied? With all due respect, this is something you can easily take away." With no one else around, Batulu was no longer cryptic.
Jiang Fan was silent for a moment and looked up at the Great Wolf Lord: "Cile Grassland, one of the three major grassland grasslands, Crescent Moon Princess, the daughter of Changshengtian, seems to be of little value..."
The Great Wolf Lord spoke slowly: "One must always act within one's ability. What General Baturu said is true. You should be content with what you can get."
Jiang Fan groaned and tapped his fingers on the table: "It seems that the Great Wolf Lord has already thought of the replacement conditions. But it's a pity..."
He said seriously: "I, the State of Qin, do not agree."
The Great Wolf Lord's face turned cold: "Are you trying too hard?"
Jiang Fan looked directly into his eyes: "No, as long as I deserve the inch, I will ask the royal court to fulfill the contract."
