Please take care of me?
To be honest, of course Nie Li would take care of it.
However, Nie Li looked at the four women with some regret and sighed.
In his previous life, his favorite was a poet named Nagame Fukada. Just look at this name and you will know. Yongmei, Yongmei, what a poetic and picturesque name.
In the last life, he was deeply attracted by this name, and then he couldn't control it. Since then, there have been countless hairs.
This time, I didn’t see anything similar, which I have to say is a pity.
Facing Nie Li's gaze, the masters of the foot pot chicken couldn't help but shyly raised their heads and gave a soft hum.
Only then did Nie Li react and hooked his fingers.
"Come, let me teach you Chinese poetry first."
I am happy here and don’t miss Shu.
The winding path leads to a secluded place, with neither vines nor branches. It travels along the stream, forgetting the distance of the road.
Suddenly I came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps across the bank. There were no trees in the middle, the grass was delicious, and the fallen flowers were colorful.
Tao Yuanming's poems are undoubtedly beautiful, and they vividly express the mood of a fisherman who discovered a paradise in the world. Mr. Wuliu's name is well-deserved.
The same goes for Nie Li, who seems to have discovered a new world. He discusses poetry with the masters of the Footpot Chicken, chatting from time to time about the beauty of poetry in general, or looking for a paradise in the world.
I once again had a new understanding of Mr. Wu Liu's poems, and my literary level improved rapidly.
The next day, Fujiwara waited respectfully at the door, wearing a tuxedo, low-key yet meaningful.
The head is slightly lowered to show respect.
Nie Li opened the door, feeling refreshed.
Seeing Fujiwara, a smile appeared on his lips.
"Fujiwara, the specialties you brought are pretty good and interesting."
Fujiwara looked at Nie Li in surprise and said with slight respect: "Really, Nie Sang!"
"Your satisfaction is the greatest compliment to me."
"Why don't these teachers stay here?"
Fujiwara had a thought.
Said this sentence.
But who is Nie Li? Sugar-coated cannonballs, sugar-coated cannonballs, given his status, he can eat them at will, but the cannonballs must be returned in full.
Keep a few time bombs by your side, I'm afraid you won't despise your longevity.
Who knows what the backgrounds of these women are?
Could it be a spy?
There are too many secrets about him.
He waved his hand in slight rejection.
"That's not necessary. It's enough to eat good food once."
Fujiwara looked normal, slightly disappointed, but also relieved. How could the dignified Chief of the Chinese Army be confused by a few women? If he was really confused, what qualifications did he have to become the Chief of the Army?
"Okay, everything will follow Nie Sang's arrangements."
Nie Li didn't know the fate of these women, nor did he want to know.
In the main room, Nie Li took a sip of tea.
He said to Fujiwara: "Mr. Fujiwara invited Mr. Nie to drink last night, but he couldn't go. It's a pity. Let's have some tea today, replacing the bar with tea."
Fujiwara wished he could call Nie Li his father.
Where are the opinions.
He quickly said: "Nie Sang, it's also good to drink tea instead of wine!"
I ran out of words to praise the goodness of tea, and I couldn't stop praising it.
Nie Li sneered in his heart.
These are just randomly picked tree leaves.
Good tea, why would you serve Fujiwara? How can you entertain a footbath chicken man?
"Don't talk nonsense. I know your purpose of coming. You just want my Nie army to retreat, which will most likely not work."
Nie Li turned against him unceremoniously.
Fujiwara was a little confused.
"Niesang, would you like to hear our conditions first?"
Very anxious.
This time, it involves their domestic political disputes and the future of the entire Foot Pot Chicken.
The Nanbang Peninsula is nothing to China, which has a vast territory and abundant resources, but it is too important to the small island.
With this peninsula, they have strategic depth.
Without this springboard, it will be difficult to seize this land in the future.
Even if they still have Ryukyu as their backbone.
But Nie Li would not give them this opportunity.
He just sneered slightly: "Conditions? What conditions can you offer?"
"Before you tell me the conditions, let me tell you our conditions first."
"First, the Nambang Peninsula has always been our descendant country. It has been with us since thousands of years ago. If you bully my descendants, it is a slap in the face of China. And if you slap China in the face, it is a slap in my Nie Li's face. This boss has such a long face.”
“So, the harm done to the people of Lampang must not be ignored.”
"In the Lampang Peninsula, you will never see a footbath chicken man in the future. This is an iron rule."
Just as Nie Li finished stating the first condition, Fujiwara's face turned green.
How can we talk about this?
There is no need to talk about this at all. Nie Li is simply a guy who eats people without spitting out their bones.
Actually want to take back the peninsula?
Did their decades of planning and control soon fail?
He said anxiously: "Nie Sang, please listen to me!"
Nie Li shook his head slightly: "No, I don't want to listen to you, I want you to listen to me!"
"Second, I have just received the latest battle report. Your more than 200,000 garrison troops have retreated to the vicinity of Seoul to gather. Now it is estimated that there are no more than 150,000 people, and there is also a supply problem. Therefore, these people It’s the turtle in the urn.”
"It's only a matter of time before I, Nie Jun, take them down, but God is kind and I, Nie Li, are kind-hearted. As long as you can pay the price, I can let these soldiers go!"
Nie Li's expression was very calm.
The lives of 150,000 people were just a series of numbers in his mouth.
The casualties of the bloody 50,000-legged chickens are not as good as those of chickens and ducks.
Fujiwara was anxious.
Nie Li ignored it.
This is politics. War is always a continuation of politics. This sentence is an iron rule.
It's also the truth.
Now, Nie Li is no longer just a warlord, he is slowly transitioning into a dirty politician.
"Niesang, you can't do this!"
"That's the life of 150,000 imperial soldiers."
Fujiwara cried.
Nie Li sighed slightly: "Fujiwara, that's why you're here. I won't even give anyone else a chance to exchange. It's up to you whether you want to talk or not."
After saying that, he waved his sleeves and left.
Fujiwara was left slumped in his chair with dull eyes.
He knew that Nie Li had taken away their lives.
One hundred and fifty thousand soldiers, still mature soldiers, are the greatest wealth of the empire.
Once Nie Li really left no one behind, the empire's strength would be severely damaged.
Those are elite divisions.
However, if he agreed to Nie Li, Fujiwara didn't hear what Nie Li's conditions were.
But I also know that it will definitely not be light.
Can the empire afford it?
It's like if you were kidnapped and the kidnapper asked you to chop off your left hand or right hand.
No matter which hand it is, it hurts.
The electricity was sent to the country, which caused an uproar in the country.
The cabinet was in an uproar.
The emperor was furious.
Emergency organizational meeting.
Discuss countermeasures.
But the discussion lasted until late at night, with no results.
The Emperor said to Prime Minister Kato with a green face: "Prime Minister, is there no other way?"
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