Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

Lin Feng sighed inwardly.

Du Banruo was still young and had relied on Du Song for survival since childhood.

Without her, Du Song would lose all her family in this world; she was truly pitiful.

"Prajna, although your elder brother is gone, Brother Lin is still here."

Lin Feng gently embraced Du Banruo.

"Brother Lin will take care of you for the rest of your life."

"When we go to Ruzhou, we'll choose an auspicious day, and Brother Lin will marry you. From then on, I'll be your family."

Du Banruo sobbed, raised her head, and looked like a pitiful little animal with red eyes.

"real?"

Du Banruo looked into Lin Feng's eyes, her expression a mixture of surprise and delight.

"But... will Sister Yuwei and Sister Wan'er agree?"

Du Banruo knew that Song Yuwei and Su Wan'er were both beauties that were one in a hundred or even one in a thousand.

They have a deep relationship with Raymond Lam, what if he doesn't accept her?

"Silly girl!"

Lin Feng gently stroked Du Banruo's hair and said, "Yuwei and Wan'er treat you like their own sister."

"If you marry me in the future, they will only treat you better. Why would they disagree?"

"Unless, of course, you don't want to."

Du Banruo gave everything to Lin Feng, so naturally Lin Feng would marry her.

However, Zhenyuan City is rife with complex affairs, and negotiating peace is of paramount importance.

Lin Feng really didn't want to get married at this critical juncture, so he could only wait until he went to Ruzhou.

Du Banruo nodded and buried her head in Lin Feng's arms.

"Yes, Prajna is willing to marry Brother Lin!"

As she spoke, the young girl hugged Lin Feng tightly around the waist: "I'm willing to follow you for all eternity."

[Du Banruo's favorability +5]

After calming Du Banruo down, Lin Feng went to find Shi Chong and Feng Qing.

Today, as they pay tribute to the fallen heroes, the two were deeply moved and felt heavy-hearted.

But Feng Qing was much stronger and more open-minded than Du Banruo. The deceased is gone, but the living must live well.

Feng Qing resolved to hone her martial arts skills so that she could kill even more Tartars in the next battle against the Northern Barbarians and avenge Zhang Tie and the righteous army.

Lin Feng drank two jugs of wine with them to comfort them for a while, then returned to Zhenyuan City to prepare for participating in the peace negotiations.

That afternoon.

Early winter, the cold wind is bleak.

The envoys from Daqian and Beiman arrived at the newly built palace at the same time.

Prince Qin of the Great Qian Dynasty, Li Yan, and the second prince of the Northern Barbarians, Nanmuhe, exchanged greetings.

Li Yan and Nan Muhe were both tall and strong warriors, standing there towering over others and exuding great power.

"Your Highness Nanmuhe, I have long admired your name!"

Prince Qin, Li Yan, smiled and said, "I've heard that Prince Nanmuhe possesses the strength to lift a cauldron; seeing him today, I can confirm his extraordinary prowess!"

While Li Yan was sizing up Nan Muhe, Nan Muhe was also sizing up Li Yan.

"Your Highness, you are too kind. In terms of bravery, Your Highness is a first-rate warrior."

"Throughout my life, I, Nanmuhe, have the utmost respect for heroes. To meet you today is an honor beyond measure!"

Nanmuhe was not just being polite; he was a martial arts master and the people he respected most were the top martial artists.

Li Yan is undoubtedly an outstanding individual.

Therefore, although Nanmuhe was a northern barbarian who disliked the Han people, his admiration for the brave was genuine.

Upon hearing this, Li Yan's smile deepened: "Your Highness Nanmuhe, please!"

Nanmuhe nodded slightly and extended his hand, saying, "Please!"

The two kings walked side by side into the palace, with the rest of the people following behind in single file.

Lin Feng, Li Ping'an, and Lü Zheng were the deputy generals, so they could only follow at the back of the group.

At this moment, Lin Feng pointed towards the Northern Barbarians and asked in a low voice, "Is that the woman in front of General Bayan Mengke Princess Shouning?"

Why...is she staring at me?

While Li Yan was talking to Nan Muhe, Lin Feng keenly noticed that Princess Shouning's eyes kept drifting in his direction.

Princess Shouning was dressed in the attire of a northern barbarian, and her face was covered by a veil, so her specific appearance could not be seen.

However, her almond-shaped eyes sparkled, and she would glance at Lin Feng every now and then.

Despite the seriousness of the occasion, Lü Zheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahaha! I say, Brother Lin, you certainly have plenty of pretty girls around you, all swarming around you."

"But aren't you being a bit too narcissistic? Do you think a princess would keep staring at you?"

Lu Zheng nudged Li Ping'an with his elbow: "Brother Li, slap Brother Lin and wake him up!"

Li Ping'an suppressed a laugh and teased Lin Feng, "I wouldn't dare hit him. What if I hurt Princess Shouning's dream lover and offended the princess? Right, future consort of the Northern Barbarians?"

Seeing their disbelief, Lin Feng laughed and cursed, "Get lost! I'm not going to be some barbarian prince consort. Let whoever wants to go, go!"

Despite the laughter and banter, Lin Feng did indeed see the princess glancing at him several times, and he wondered what she was up to.

The imperial palace, main hall.

The temporary palace, though not particularly luxurious, was still grand and spacious.

Two chairs were placed in the main hall of the palace, specifically for Prince Qin, Li Yan, and the second prince of the Northern Barbarians, Nanmuhe.

The rest of the people took their seats in order of left and right. The Northern Barbarians took the initiative to submit the peace treaty, so they were seated on the right.

On the left, naturally, the Prince of Jin, the Prince of Zhou, Yin Li, Cao Kun, Zhang Liao, Su Mo, and others took their seats in order.

Lin Feng and his two companions were still at the very end.

Yin Li, the Minister of Rites of the Great Qian Dynasty, stood up and bowed to everyone present.

"I am Yin Li, Minister of Rites of the Great Qian Dynasty, entrusted by Prince Qin and His Highness Nanmuhe to preside over this first peace negotiation meeting."

"Our Great Qian Dynasty fought against the Northern Barbarians, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, and the people suffered greatly."

"The purpose of today's gathering is to eliminate misunderstandings, reach a peace agreement, end the war, and quell the conflict."

After a pause, Yin Li looked towards the Northern Barbarian camp.

Gu Lie, the Minister of Rites of the Northern Barbarians, also stood up with a smile on his face.

"What Lord Yin says is absolutely right. Since we started our military campaigns, our Northern Barbarians have suffered heavy losses in both soldiers and officers."

"Our soldiers are exhausted from their long campaign and yearn for peace. They wish to negotiate peace with your country to end the war."

The two ministers of rites spoke in increasingly pleasing words, making it seem as if the relationship between the two countries was quite good.

But when it came to actually negotiating peace, the situation took a sudden turn.

A little over half an hour later, the Northern Barbarian general Boyan Mengke sneered, "Your Highness, you're asking for far too much!"

"You want the entire northern part of Youzhou? Sorry, that's impossible!"

Bayan Mengke and his military officers looked displeased.

The Great Qian Dynasty made outrageous demands, asking the Northern Barbarians to return the entire northern part of Youzhou.

They definitely won't agree!

Cao Kun, the Minister of War of the Great Qian Dynasty, stroked his beard and said, "General Boyan Mengke, your northern barbarians have invaded my Great Qian and occupied two prefectures, are you still not satisfied?"

"Our Great Qian Dynasty is already making a huge concession by asking for half of Youzhou back. Do you really want to push your luck?"

Bayan Mengke almost laughed in anger: "Minister Cao's words are completely unreasonable. War between two countries depends on ability. I have led my elite troops southward, conquering cities and fortresses, and have been invincible in every battle."

"Is this my fault? How can you say I'm 'dissatisfied'?"

Wang Xun, the Minister of War of the Northern Barbarians, nodded slightly and chimed in support of Bayan Mengke, saying, "General Bayan Mengke is absolutely right. In war between two countries, the victor is king and the loser is villain."

"We, the Northern Barbarians, deserve those lands since we won. There is absolutely no reason for us to return the lands we have already acquired."

"Bang!"

Cao Kun slammed his fist on the table and angrily rebuked Wang Xun: "Minister Wang! You are a man of great learning, yet you utter such words!"

"The two prefectures of Shuofeng have always been the territory of our Great Qian! It has been more than three hundred years. You Northern Barbarians may have occupied them for a time, but you cannot occupy them forever!"

Wang Xun smiled slightly upon hearing this: "Minister Cao, our Northern Barbarians are not occupying territory, but helping the people of the two prefectures of Shuofeng."

"Your Great Qian Dynasty is plagued by corruption and the people are suffering."

"Going back more than a thousand years, whether it was the Great Qian or the Northern Barbarians, they were all part of the Great Zhou territory. We are one family."

"Therefore, what is wrong with our northern barbarians rescuing the people of the two prefectures of Shuofeng?"

Yin Li, the Minister of Rites of the Great Qian Dynasty, was so angry that his face turned red.

"Utterly shameless!"

"The Great Zhou Dynasty has been extinct for a thousand years. How can the Great Qian Dynasty and the Northern Barbarians be considered one family?"

"Even if the Great Qian Dynasty is corrupt in its administration, it will not tolerate your northern barbarians invading and occupying it!"

……

Sitting at the end of the table, listening to the back-and-forth verbal sparring between the officials of the two countries, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel drowsy.

The two sides have been arguing since the start of the peace talks, and have not made any substantive progress on the peace plan at all.

Seeing Lin Feng yawn, Li Ping'an whispered to him, "Brother, bear with it! That's how peace negotiations are; they're not done until the sun sets in the west."

As Li Ping'an said, the first peace negotiations were a constant source of arguments from beginning to end.

It didn't end until after sunset.