Chapter 39

Jiang Pengji didn't seem to see the master's ugly face. She suddenly picked up the bamboo slips on the table, turned them over slightly, and said, "the students read an interesting market script yesterday. It tells the story that Mr. Yuanjing went to northern Xinjiang to lobby eight years ago and one man protected the three cities in Northern Xinjiang."

At this point, the Master seemed to think of something, and his face turned white.

Jiang Pengji slammed the bamboo slips to the ground and said, "peace talks? How can we talk if the three cities have not yet been returned?"

"Do you remember that twelve years ago, when the former emperor died and the new emperor succeeded to the throne, the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang took advantage of the unrest in Dongqing and went down to the six cities in the border with the potential of thunder to kill more than 100000 people? This battle lasted for three years, and countless soldiers were killed. The six cities are still in the hands of Northern Xinjiang. On the day of peace talks, the envoys of the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang ordered Dongqing to cut three more cities and bow down to be ministers , annual coin? "

This matter, Dongqing scholars can not forget, it is a lifelong shame.

When the Dongqing royal family advocated peace talks, many fierce Confucian scholars directly admonished.

"In the end, Mr. Yuanjing fought with the barbarians of the three ethnic groups and tried hard to return to three of them... Of course, we outsiders don't know the situation at that time. We only know that the barbarians in Northern Xinjiang are only willing to return the three cities, and the other three cities are still in the hands of the three ethnic groups. The people in the three cities have become the ninth class Dalits among the three ethnic groups. Do you remember?"

For these three cities, the friction between Dongqing and the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang has not stopped in recent years.

"At this time, if the peace talks are held again, the three cities will never be returned. The great Confucian has a big face and family words. He can give up the three cities with his hands."

Peace talks? Hehe, if you want to talk, you can return the three cities first, and then talk slowly.

Funny, the great Confucian also thought that he could send a prince and pro emperor Ji, hoping that emperor Ji could educate the barbarians of the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang.

Hehe, such a noble task, why not sacrifice and send all the women in your family out for peace talks?

"Of course, in addition, another important reason why peace talks can not be held is the four Nanman departments."

Jiang Pengji saw the map of Kun hung in her study yesterday. As one of the five countries, Dongqing's geographical location is somewhat honey embarrassing.

It is not only connected with the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang, but also connected with the four southern barbarians. However, these two places are full of aggressive hard bones. If they are not completely killed, the other party will revive sooner or later. Its vitality is as strong as the Zerg. A hundred footed insects die but not stiff!

"We must not give the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang any breathing time. Once the peace talks give them enough opportunities to cultivate students and breathe, it is undoubtedly to raise tigers. At that time, the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang and the four departments of Nanman will join hands to attack Dongqing... Ha ha..."

Then go straight to the general!

"Nonsense, the four southern barbarians are now at war with Nansheng. How can they take care of Dongqing?"

"War? Ah..." Jiang Pengji smiled and looked at the little basin friend who spoke, "soon, Nansheng will be defeated."

Among the five countries in the world, Dongqing, Nansheng, Xichang, Beiyuan and zhongzhao in the hinterland of the Central Plains, Dongqing is not the weakest, but it is not the strongest. Nansheng has been at war with Nanman four in the last two years. In the last two months, there have been many good news, but it's fast

[Mrs. villa leader]: ah, I feel that I have learned QAQ in vain. The original anchor is through the overhead Dynasty

[Qu'er]: I just wanted to pretend to be a bully and talk loudly. The next second I was beaten in the face, killing my baby.

[hold it high]: it can't be said to be overhead. It can only be said that there are traces of another plane with different historical development trajectory.

[excrement shoveling official]: it can't be the ancient times on our side, otherwise it feels like a spoiler, and the unknown variables are more interesting.

[dining aunt]: I'm the only one who cares about Mr. Yuanjing's setting. Is there any Su fried days?

"Hum, why are you so sure that Nansheng will lose?"

Although Nansheng is also the enemy of Dongqing, they are all in the same vein, and the four Nanman tribes are all alien to them.

"Because there are too many fools like you." Jiang Pengji always likes to stand straight. When her chin is slightly raised and her eyelids are slightly closed, she gives people a sense of arrogance and oppression overlooking all sentient beings. "Within two months, Nansheng will lose, and just wait and see."

At that time, it may not be as simple as ceding three cities or sending Diji and relatives.

Liu Lanting is shy by nature, but she is not a girl who likes to admit her fate. What she likes most is the news related to the general situation of the world. Occasionally, she disguises to go to teahouses and restaurants to listen to the news. There is generally the most flexible place for news circulation and gossip dissemination.

Jiang Pengji has her memory. She accidentally glanced at the map of Kun hanging in her study and knew the geographical location of the five countries. According to her, Nansheng is really dangerous. She has also seen some market news copied by Liu Lanting, so she doesn't know anything about these news

In fact, not only Nan Sheng, but Jiang Pengji is not very optimistic about Dongqing.

According to the information collected by Liu Lanting, if Dongqing agrees to the peace talks this time, she feels that there will be a major military disaster in ten years.

Jiang Pengji bent down to pick up the bamboo slips that had been thrown on the ground and casually flicked the ashes.

At the beginning, the master was really angry. He slandered the great Confucian in public and spoke so ugly that it was easy to disgust people. If today's news reached the great Confucian's ears, maybe Jiang Pengji would be wearing small shoes when she entered the officialdom in the future.

However, listening to her vows, the old man was a little hesitant, because he himself did not agree with the peace talks.

But every scholar always has some pride.

Dongqing adheres to the great Xia Dynasty and claims to be the kingdom of heaven, and Chaoshang. Where are you willing to bow down to the barbarians?

Looking at a group of ignorant students below, the master felt a faint pain in his temple and sighed. He was indeed Liu she's son. Neither father nor son was relieved.

"Your cousin has some insight, and what you said is reasonable. Unfortunately, most of the important officials in the court advocate peace talks, and the officials also intend to negotiate with the three ethnic imperial courts in Northern Xinjiang, hoping that Northern Xinjiang can marry the emperor's wife to the second prince... The two countries are good friends between Qin and Jin..."

Outside the clan school, Feng Jin, dressed in white and green robes, looked at the scene inside from a distance, and her face was strange.

"Ha ha, Lanting used to be very introverted and gentle. After suffering, he was a bit sharp."

Liu Heng, Liu Lanting's authentic cousin, was the eldest son of Liu's father, a mother and brother.

"I'd like to have a good conversation if I have a chance."

Feng Jin took back her sight with some hot eyes. Is that really a sister in the room?

Liu Heng said, "what's the difficulty? I'll call him later and I'll introduce him to you."

Liu Heng knows the origin of Feng Jin. It would be great if his cousin could play a friend with him.

Feng Jin said thanks, but her heart was a little hairy. Jiang Pengji impressed him that night.

However, it is rare to find a person with the same opinions and such tacit understanding of ideas. I still have hidden expectations for meeting later.

Just... Don't know if the other party knows his identity, will he show a surprised expression?

Feng Jin smiled and said meaningfully, "Yao Zhi, you may not know that your cousin... Is a wonderful man."