I became a fox girl and was captured by the True Dragon Saint

(I will post another update on 2/2 and will return it tomorrow.)

59. Fengming Mountain (1)

The Witch King had already prepared a banquet, and he wanted to get the answer he wanted at this banquet.

Jiang Ke'er felt a little uneasy.

This is clearly the Hongmen Banquet.

I don’t know how long the banquet will last, and if I am forced to drink and my mind is not clear, I am afraid that I will reveal the secret.

"Banquet? Excuse me, Mr. Di's body is still warm..."

"Someone, take care of Mr. Di's body!"

Without waiting for Jiang Ke'er to refuse, the Witch King coldly ordered people to collect Di Gong's body, leaving her no excuse to avoid the banquet.

Jiang Ke'er suddenly couldn't say anything else, as saying anything more would make her seem guilty.

"I know that the dead are the most important thing in the Tang Dynasty, but in our eyes, Lord Di has just entered another world to enjoy the peace of the dead." The Witch King took the lead and sat in the first seat of the king. He said, "At this time, we should be happy for him and entertain the guests with a banquet... Please follow the local customs!"

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

This is clearly Jingzhou City, the legitimate territory of the Tang Dynasty. When did it become a village in the south?

These words were indeed infuriating and were obviously meant to provoke people, but Jiang Ke'er did not argue with him over such details.

The girl smiled slightly, sat down gracefully, and said calmly: "That's fine, we'll be a family from now on anyway."

Upon hearing this, the Witch King's heart trembled, and the faces of the counselors around him quickly froze.

family?

Is it just a casual remark, or is there something behind it?

The ambition revealed between the lines cannot be ignored!

Because, unless the Tang Dynasty was prepared to annex Southern Xinjiang, how could we be considered one family? !

"That's right, we are a family now!" The Witch King slammed the wine glass heavily, his cheeks trembling, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face, "When the Tang Dynasty is destroyed, the whole world will be the territory of my Witch Clan! How can we still distinguish between each other?"

As expected of the Witch King, what a great trick of using the opponent’s force to counter attack!

The accompanying coachman, Li Niu, was sitting nearby and was terrified when he heard what happened.

Since they met, there has never been a single exchange of weapons between the two sides, but every word they said was a lethal move.

Every word was full of gems and murderous intent. The air was filled with invisible transparent weapons, which were aimed at slashing at each other's heads as the two sides spoke!

You cannot maneuver or dodge, and you must greet every fatal move with even sharper words!

Whoever hides will lose the game!

You must know that the moment Lord Di was assassinated, the hearts of all the witnesses instantly fell to the bottom, and they no longer had any hope for this mission.

The war is about to start.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Keer decisively took on this huge task and has been carrying it on until now!

This little girl...

"Want to destroy the Tang Dynasty?" Facing the sword hanging around her neck, Jiang Ke'er simply revealed a gentle and calm smile.

Everyone around her was staring at her face, and countless eyes were capturing every pixel of her face, wanting to see her reveal her panic.

But damn, there seemed to be a hint of sympathy in her expression!

Why sympathy?!

The girl slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip gracefully.

"Why is history always so strikingly similar—" Jiang Ke'er did not answer the question directly, but sighed, "Your Highness the Witch King, are you willing to listen to my story?"

The Witch King narrowed his eyes and said, "Tell me!"

"Many years ago, there was a powerful tribe at the current location of the Southern Kingdom," Jiang Ke'er paused, "called 'Yelang'."

The Witch King's face darkened instantly.

He guessed the ending as soon as he heard the beginning.

That is a dark history that the entire South Country is reluctant to mention.

One day, the King of Yelang was inspecting the border and he asked his ministers: "Which country is the largest here?" The ministers said: "Of course it is Your Majesty's Yelang!"

Another day, the King of Yelang pointed to a mountain in front of him and said, "I think this is the largest mountain in the world." The minister said, "Your Majesty is right!"

One more day...

Just like this day after day.

Until a country called "Han" sent envoys.

"The King of Yelang looked at the envoy with pride and asked, 'Who is bigger, the Han or my Yelang?'"

Jiang Ke'er told the story in a calm tone, with a slight smile on her lips.

"And then Yelang was gone."

"..."

She did not refute the Witch King's threat to destroy the Tang Dynasty, but everyone knew what her story was implying.

Although his tone was very polite, it was as if he was pointing at the Witch King's nose and scolding him for being arrogant.

It implies that if the Southern Kingdom dares to take action, the fate of Yelang Kingdom will be the same as that of the Southern Kingdom.

The ministers at the table were so angry that they were filled with rage but they couldn't vent their anger.

"Today is today, and the past is the past!" The Wizard King's defense was naturally not so easy to break. His momentum was still fierce. He raised his hand and held the big wine pot. "Even as strong as the Han Dynasty, there will be a time of aging and decline, let alone the Tang Kingdom! Generations change, and there is no eternal king!"

"Now is the era of the witch clan!"

He raised the wine jug high, and the soldiers at the banquet immediately shouted loudly and with great enthusiasm.

The light of their cultivation flickered, and the Dharma images behind them emitted a dazzling light!

The Vermillion Bird was fierce, the White Tiger was roaring! The power of the four great beasts was surging, and there was no sign of weakness due to lack of spiritual power!

The aura of the powerful man flew straight into the sky, causing a violent wind and thunderclouds to explode in the sky! Just the momentum leaked out made Jiang Ke'er feel a little difficult to breathe.

This is another blatant show-off!

As if he felt he had regained some face and released enough majesty, the Witch King raised his hand.

Everyone's momentum subsided.

As if nothing had happened, the banquet returned to peace.

After this show-off, the faces of the ministers who had just felt a little frustrated finally regained confidence.

It's just a pity.

They still couldn't see any trace of panic or fear on Jiang Keer's face.

Shit, is she stupid? Doesn't she know what fear is?

How could a weakling remain so calm and unmoved in the face of such concentrated power of the strong!

With her strength, she should have felt an instinctive, physiological fear of this terrifying force! This was an irresistible physical instinct!

Is this girl frightened and stupid? Is she slow?

What gave her the courage to smile so calmly and peacefully?

It was as if everything in front of her was just something she saw every day?

Besides, she was just a maid! She wasn't even a professionally trained messenger!

The real envoy, Lord Di, had died in an accident long ago. Why could a maid who was given a mission in a critical moment show such strong psychological qualities?

Even her hand holding the teacup never trembled at all!

Even a general who has experienced many battles cannot do it under such momentum!

Damn it! Is it possible that a maid from the Tang Dynasty has such high quality?

This... is so horrible!

I thought that the murder of that old fox Lord Di was a good thing for the Southern Kingdom.

The remaining maids should be easily controlled by the counselors.

As a result... I didn't expect that even a maid could be so difficult to deal with! His rhetoric was flawless!

No, this kind of literary fight will probably never win over her.

We have to use some shady tricks!

(1/1)

(Hiccup)

60. Fengming Mountain (2)

Words cannot reveal any flaws.

The Witch King looked at the wine glass at hand and made a plan in his mind.

"My brothers and sisters in the South have three things that are indispensable," the Witch King looked around the banquet, "First, they must practice the sacrificial dance, second, they must drink tea, and third, they must drink wine."

Jiang Ke'er secretly thought that this was not good.

"I've heard that the people of the Tang Dynasty are martial and love wine. I guess they must have some experience in wine." The Witch King looked at the girl provocatively, "I wonder how this wine-drinking art compares to the wine of my Southern Kingdom?"

"The empire's scholars do love to drink, but I am not a scholar, so I am afraid I cannot answer the Witch King's question."

"Oh?" The wizard king deliberately showed a strong contempt on his face. "In my opinion, the wine of a country can also reflect the character and temperament of its people. Are you a boring guy who doesn't drink at all?"

"It's just a cultural difference," Jiang Ke'er shook her head again. "Even the most wine-loving literati in the empire would only drink a glass when they are in a romantic mood. They would never show off their drinking ability, and they would not force themselves to smile at the table with people they dislike."

"Not heroic enough!" The Witch King slammed the table in disdain.

"On the contrary, this is the heroic aspect of Tang style," Jiang Ke'er said with a faint smile, "A gentleman does not flatter or fawn on others, a gentleman is brave enough to shoulder responsibilities, and a gentleman's words are powerful and resounding!"

"They have their own pursuits that others cannot understand. For that, they can endure hardships and endure hardships, and they can also be upright and unyielding! But no one can force them. Regardless of right or wrong, it must be their own choice!"

"Even immortals and gods can't do that!"

The Witch King's hand holding the cup trembled slightly.

He was actually stunned by the girl's instant aura.

It was clearly just a weak body with no cultivation, but the extremely strong temperament revealed between the lines, a crazy strong national style... It actually made him feel a little afraid!

After all, no one wants to fight with lunatics. Once they make up their minds, they can do anything.

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated.

When the Witch King first heard this, he thought it was just a joke.

But now I have to think deeply about this possibility.

Damn, this girl is so difficult to deal with!

"There's no need to be so cruel," suddenly an adviser spoke up, stood up, and raised his glass with a smile.

He changed the subject and said, "I have heard of Di Gong's great name a long time ago. He has made great contributions to the stability of the Tang Dynasty. Doesn't he deserve this toast? If we act in this way, the national style of the Tang Dynasty will be too cold and cruel. This may also chill the hearts of the princes..."

Oops.

Not only Jiang Ke'er, but even the groom Li Niu realized that something was wrong.

The other party brought up the recently deceased Lord Di and even used the names of the vassal states as a banner.

Under the pressure of so many factors, Jiang Keer had no reason to refuse.

"The Tang Dynasty doesn't respect its meritorious officials and doesn't even dare to drink a glass of wine. Why don't we do the honor? Brothers, let's drink this glass!"

"Dry!"

The Southern Xinjiang soldiers, whose morale had been suppressed by Jiang Ke'er, suddenly stood up, excitement flashing in their eyes.

They all raised their glasses, drank them respectfully, and then smashed them to show their respect.