Wan Shan and Qin Hua looked at each other.
After a brief silence, Wan Shan said: "I wonder what the purpose of this envoy is here?"
"It's not clear at the moment, but now that Anyuan City is in the hands of Beidi, it's not for the sake of negotiating peace."
Pei Huan explained and handed the topic over to Wan Shan and Qin Hua again.
This time, Qin Hua said: "I think they might want to negotiate a peace."
Wan Shan tilted his head: "Why do you say that?"
"It's taking too long."
Qin Hua's tone was heavy. Both Dazhou and Beidi had been dragged on by this war for too long.
Pei Huan held his head in one hand, his eyes flashing sharply: "This is true, but you still missed a little."
Qin Hua was surprised: "There is something missing, what is it?"
"The commander-in-chief of Beidi, An Qing, and the tenth prince, are you willing to negotiate peace?"
Qin Hua was startled: "What does the Crown Prince mean?"
"If the two of them are unwilling to negotiate peace, then the envoy from Beidi will arrive, and the only way to go back is in the end."
Pei Huan's words made Wan Shan and Qin Hua fall into silence. They were a little confused about what the prince meant. But listening to the words, the prince seemed to be leaning toward peace.
Thinking of this, Wan Shan and Qin Hua exchanged glances, and finally Qin Hua spoke and asked tentatively: "Does the Crown Prince want the peace negotiation to be completed smoothly?"
Pei Huan smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Do you think this negotiation should be completed?"
No one said anything. Wan Shan and Qin Hua were both undecided. In their opinion, it was not a good thing to negotiate peace or not.
"Your Majesty, just tell me, what do you mean?"
Pei Huan smiled and whispered a few words. When Wan Shan and Qin Hua heard this, their faces showed shock.
"Your Majesty, wouldn't it be inappropriate to do this..."
Qin Hua was halfway through speaking and held back the rest of his words. Lin Yujun wanted to ask for a breakthrough. The envoy was an opportunity and they had to seize it.
"I'll make the arrangements right away."
Pei Huan closed his eyes: "Go ahead. If there is anything you can't handle, come find me."
Wan Shan and Qin Hua arrived outside the door.
Wan Shan endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back: "Miss Song fell into An Qing's hands, why is the prince not worried at all?"
"Miss Song is useful to Anqing. There will be no problems in the short term, so the prince will naturally not be anxious."
"But……"
"But what?"
Qin Hua slapped Wan Shan on the head and knocked back all the words he had not finished saying, "Don't worry about those things that are there or not. I can tell you, don't mess up the prince's arrangements. What happened this time It’s no small matter, we must be more careful.”
Hearing this, Wanshan became silent.
The wind blew, bringing a chill.
Qin Hua looked around and rubbed his hands unconsciously: "October will be here in a few days. When the cold winter comes on the border, no one will stay outside. We have to solve the problem here quickly."
While Pei Huan was thinking about the envoy, Song Shuwan also learned about the envoy from the two maids Chang Xue and Chang Yu.
Chang Yu said: "I heard from people outside that Beidi wants to negotiate peace."
Chang Xue curled her lips with a look of disdain: "Beidi also wanted to negotiate peace before, but in the end? Didn't Anyuan City be captured? Let me tell you, it's useless no matter how loud you talk, you have to get real results. , that makes people believe it.”
Song Shuwan leaned back on the chair and listened to the two of them bickering without saying a word. Occasionally, her eyes glanced at Chang Xue, and there was a hint of deep thought in her eyes.
Chang Xue was taken away before, and she didn't mention a word about Ye Yin and Zhen Yuan after she came back. Just in case, she even tried a few words, but found that she didn't seem to remember anything.
Can a person's memory really be manipulated to this extent? Or is it that Ye Yin has other methods, but he just doesn't put them out there?
"Miss Song, what are you looking at?"
Song Shuwan came back to her senses, looked at San Yu who suddenly came to her eyes, raised her brows slightly, and said deliberately: "Have you ever heard of a story?"
Sanyu was confused: "Story? What story?"
"It is said that there is a doctor among the people who is very capable. Not only can he treat people's illnesses, but he can even control people's memories, making people..."
Song Shuwan spoke very slowly. When she spoke, her eyes were still on Chang Xue. Unexpectedly, just halfway through speaking, two soldiers suddenly came in from the door. They saluted Song Shuwan and asked Song Shuwan to go out.
"Is it you, General An, who wants to see me?"
Song Shuwan asked as she walked out of the camp. As soon as she arrived outside the camp, she realized something was wrong. There were too many people kneeling on the ground. They were all soldiers in the army. They were all covered in blood. What's more? Or, even the limbs are gone.
He is a soldier of Lin Yujun.
Song Shuwan's fingers hanging by her legs suddenly tightened, and the next moment, her angry eyes fell on the other side.
"General An, what do you mean?"
An Qing, who was holding two beauties in his arms, laughed when he heard this: "What can I mean? I just want to treat Miss Song to a good show."
"Watching a good show?"
Song Shuwan repeated subconsciously, feeling suddenly uneasy for some reason.
"Anqing, what do you want to do?"
An Qing raised his hand slightly, and the two beauties leaning against him immediately moved away. At the same time, two other people with big swords appeared.
Song Shuwan's eyes narrowed slightly, and she heard An Qing say: "This city is too boring, so I came up with a way to pass the time, which is to kill these prisoners one by one at Caishikou, so that all the people in Anyuan City can Let's see what happens if you go against me, Beidi."
Song Shuwan's face turned pale, but she tried her best to keep her face calm.
"Anqing, what you do is not good for Beidi. As far as I know, Beidi has sent envoys here, so you are not afraid..."
"Shh-"
An Qing made a silent gesture, and his eyes fell on his index finger, as if he saw something interesting, but when he raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were full of coldness.
"Miss Song, what An Qing likes the most is threats. You can say a lot, but you can't use the word 'fear'. Do you understand?"
Before Song Shuwan could say anything, An Qing turned around, raised his palms, and smiled openly: "In order to give Miss Song a memory, I will kill ten of them today. Don't pick the older ones, just pick those who are older." Young..."
Following An Qing's words, the surrounding Beidi people pushed out ten young men.
The young people all had angry faces, and their eyes were full of disdain when they looked at An Qing.
"Kill if you want. Do you think we are afraid of death?"
"An Qing, you won't be able to be arrogant here for long, and when the prince comes to fight, you won't survive for a few days either."
"Miss Song, don't be threatened by him, we are not afraid!"
An Qing dug his ears: "Why are you still standing there? Take the person down quickly and kill him."
Ten young men were dragged away. Song Shuwan subconsciously took a few steps to catch up, and there was a knife on her neck.
An Qing said: "Send Miss Song to Caishikou."
"Anqing, the people of Dazhou and Anyuan City will not let you go."
