Bai Yuegang of Prince Ning's Mansion

Chapter 223 Provocation
The man lowered his head in thought, Li Ningjue twitched the corners of his mouth unobtrusively.

Shaking his sleeves, he arranged the tea utensils on the table neatly, seeing that the man still couldn't make up his mind.

The disdain in his eyes became more obvious, he coughed lightly, and continued.

"It's better for a strong man to make a decision early. I heard that this newly appointed general is no worse than Zhao Fengnian. If you delay in the capital now, you have missed the opportunity. If you want to invade the pastures in the northern border, I'm afraid." It’s not that easy.”

The man frowned, and glanced at Li Ningjue impatiently.

"Let me think again."

After hesitating for a few seconds, he looked at Li Ningjue with some fierce eyes.

"You are in such a hurry to get us out of the capital, maybe you want to renege on the benefits you promised us."

Li Ningjue was a little displeased: "We in Bishui pay attention to integrity when we do business. Since we have agreed to cooperate with you, we will not give you any less of the promised benefits."

The man stood up, as if he had made up his mind.

"Better so."

After saying that, he flicked the leather robe, and without saying hello, he stomped out of the room.

Jiu Chen, who was sitting behind Li Ningjue, got up quickly and moved away from his father.

He moved his body and rubbed outside, it seemed that he couldn't wait anymore and wanted to go out.

Li Ningjue snorted: "Calm down, you are not at home now."

With his head down, Jiuchen sat back in a dazed manner, opened up the materials he hadn't finished sorting out just now, and began to draw again with his head down.

Li Ningjue snorted, stood up and stretched her arms and legs.

"This Beique will be defeated by Da Lan sooner or later."

Li Jiuchen moved his ears and raised his head.

"How does Father know? He has been fighting for decades, but he still hasn't been able to tell a winner. Beique's strength should not be underestimated."

Li Ningjue put down his movable arm and looked at Li Jiuchen with a trace of relief in his eyes.

"You can see this, and it's not too stupid."

"It was true in the past. The tribes in Beique were able to concentrate their forces to deal with Da Lan, but now they seem to be scattered. Among the tribes, they only think about the immediate interests. Even if they can take the land from Da Lan, when the time comes There will also be a big fight over the uneven distribution of spoils."

"In the past, Da Shanyu was able to suppress, but now, it is not worth mentioning. If there is no civil strife in Beique, it is possible to compete with Da Lan, but now there is no suspense in this situation."

Li Jiuchen nodded as if realizing something, and Li Ningjue continued.

"Why is Da Lan so eager to restore diplomatic relations with Bi Shui at this time? He just wants to raise money to win Bei Que in one go. How could I, Bi Shui, follow his wish so easily?"

Li Jiuchen swallowed his saliva, and felt a little sorry when he thought of those merchants who were just waiting for the two countries to open up business to make money.

Those who bought land and invested money in the pier that is about to open should be very disappointed.

At that time, these grievances will probably be counted on Dalan Sheng.

I heard that Ruixue also bought a lot of land for the docks and ferries. If she knew that Father and the others planned this way, she didn't know how she would react.

Li Ningjue straightened her clothes and called A Yuan.

"A Yuan, go and prepare a few gifts that you can afford, and choose from the things we brought. After the barbarian in Beique has left, I'm going to see the child left by my sister. As an uncle, I can't So petty."

A Yuan nodded in response, Li Jiuchen couldn't sit still anymore.

"Father, I'll go with Yuan, I know what my cousin likes."

Li Ning gave him a decisive look, and Jiu Chen closed his mouth aggrieved.

Besides, the Beique strong man who left, although he changed his strategy, he still failed to fulfill his purpose of coming to the capital after all.

Before leaving, I have to try again.

The leader personally led the team, and three or five big men entered Ning Wang's mansion in the dark.

But because the mansion was too dilapidated, it took a long time to step on the trap and find a somewhat popular courtyard.

In the cold night, the little lights, flickering like will-o'-the-wisps, look extraordinarily creepy.

When they came here, they had already suffered serious injuries just because of the trap mechanism.

The man in the lead is cursing and muttering, Dalan people are cunning, so they will make these tricks.

But they forgot that they were the ones who planned to poison and assassinate.

Looking at the lit courtyard not far away, the man hesitated.

Come in, I don't know if it's a trap just for them.

Don't go in, then these injuries are not in vain. Just as he was hesitating, the dilapidated wooden door creaked open.

In the silent night, the sound was particularly terrifying.

Two figures, one tall and one short, came out holding a lantern.

The leading man felt a gust of wind sweeping through his back, and the hand holding the knife was dripping with sweat.

The rest of them lowered their bodies and looked at him, waiting for his order.

The man swallowed and refused to give the order.

He was afraid that that person was Zhao Fengnian, and the fear of being dominated by Shura from the north on the battlefield came to his heart again.

It wasn't until the two figures were out of sight that the man breathed out lightly, for fear that the noise would be too loud and the figure who had walked away would turn back.

Just after he calmed down a bit, a bird chirping not far away startled him.

Gritting his teeth, he spat out the word "Withdraw."

Probably wanting to save face, he whispered angrily.

"This place is evil, Da Lan is too insidious. Let's not follow their ways. When we go to the battlefield in the future, we will fight with them with real swords and guns. Sooner or later, we will let them know how powerful Bei Que is."

Several people nodded and said yes, running faster than a rabbit.

On the big banyan tree in the middle of Prince Ning's mansion, Jingfeng had a panoramic view of all this, and spat with disdain.

After three or two jumps, he jumped down and knocked on Zhao Fengnian's door.

There was a brazier burning in the room, and Qiqilu was already fast asleep on the couch.

Zhao Fengnian sat under the lamp, lowered his head to write and draw something, and didn't look up when the startling wind came in.

"Let's go. Before the fifteenth, clean up the yard. The princess is coming back. Don't make her feel uncomfortable."

Jing Feng responded: "How does the general know that they won't come again?"

Zhao Fengnian put down his pen and turned his sore wrist.

"General Gu is about to leave, and the herdsmen in Beique are about to move their pastures. If they still want to seize power from Da Shanyu, they shouldn't waste time in the capital. It's serious to go back and consolidate their forces."

Hua Luo dried the ink on the written booklet, closed it carefully, and handed it to Jingfeng.

"You hand this over to General Gu tomorrow. It should be helpful for him to deploy troops in the northern border."

Jingfeng took the booklet and put it in his arms, and added a few pieces of charcoal to the brazier.

"The general rested earlier, and no one should come today."

After leaving the room, he jumped up a few times, went to several places on patrol, explained to his brothers, and then went back to sleep.

(End of this chapter)