When the wine is full, Batumonk has a sip of wine.

He was indeed a little drunk.

But at this moment, he was extremely calm.

When Ye Chunqiu said that he had prepared his troops and was about to attack Xuanfu, Batumonk knew that he had no choice.

Only three roads were left before him.

Or you just keep fighting to the death, and then the Ming Dynasty will definitely be prepared. A Xuanfu that is ready, plus their tall city walls, will not only cause the loss of troops and generals, but the subsequent famine will be enough to allow the Mongolian tribes to welcome another new disaster.

What's even more terrifying is that when a leader lets the tribes face large-scale hunger and war failure, a terrifying political crisis will also occur. Even if Batumonk boasted that he was the Lord of Revival, the rebel tribes would tear him to pieces.

The second way is to stop the army, cancel the plan, and then welcome the upcoming famine. This is almost a dead end, because for the Mongolian tribes, as a Khan, you, as a Khan, are you, as a khan, don’t do your job like your ancestors, but you hide in the desert and wait for death. This is almost unforgivable. War can be defeated, and the tribes can die in battle, but you must not starve to death alive. By then, Batumonk’s prestige will disappear.

Both paths are almost dead, and they are enough to make Batumonk die so much that he cannot die again.

Of course, he still has a third way, which is to make a false act and choose to discuss peace with the Ming Dynasty with sincerity.

No matter what, you must find a way to get some food. If you can reopen the market, it would be even better. At least you can exchange animals and fur for some food. How much is it? First, solve the current famine. Of course, peace talks will still receive internal opposition and may have an impact on prestige. But as long as those heads and butts are not different, the reckless men can fill their stomachs first, and they can always stabilize the situation in the desert.

This was the choice he didn't want at the beginning, but it was the least bad choice now.

The shrewd Batumonk became honest this time. He looked at Ye Chunqiu with expressionless face and thoughts changed into countless thoughts. Obviously... he didn't know how this person saw through his plan, but he was a very real person. Since he had no choice, he didn't plan to be ashamed.

At this time, he filled the wine, then stood up, raised a cup to Ye Chunqiu and said, "Ms. Ye Xiu, Xiaoshan admires you. That kick just now has benefited Xiaoshan a lot. For this glass of water, Xiaoshan will be respected."

Sure enough, I drank a glass of wine again.

The low attitude towards a small editor opened everyone's eyes.

At this time, everyone was still confused. Could it be... Batumonk was really woken up by Ye Chunqiu?

If a beating can bring peace to the diplomatic relations between the two countries, wouldn’t that be...

Damn it...

Zhu Houzhao felt that his IQ was not enough. He only saw Ye Chunqiu smiling with his lips, and also replied with a glass of water and wine, and then happily chatted and laughed with Batumonk.

That's right, it's definitely a joke, because Batumonk talks about women, how fierce the women in the grassland are, and even is very interested in Ye Chunqiu's singleness...

Generally speaking, whenever a man talks about a woman between a man, this is roughly enough to show intimacy. Or, at least on the surface, Batumonk released a signal of intimacy. He even called himself Xiao Han in front of Ye Chunqiu, and laughed loudly, saying that Ye Xiu's kick was not small, and that he was the bravest warrior on the grassland. He was afraid that he would not be as strong as Ye Xiu's strength, so he couldn't help but say: "Just Khan clearly felt that Ye Xiu should have some spare strength. Oh, the Ming Dynasty editors have such courage, and they should not be underestimated, convinced, or convinced."

Ye Chunqiu looked ashamed and said modestly: "Where, where, the subordinates are doing their best, and they will never leave any backup plan. The great khan praised it."

"Don't be humble." Batumonk put it on Ye Chunqiu's shoulder, which made him look particularly good, and said, "I am traversing the grassland. How could I not know that Ye Xiuzhu must have kept his hands, otherwise, the sweat would have already become a mud after all the effort."

Ye Chunqiu said: "This is not too humble. The Khan is so heroic and erect, and he looks extraordinary. How dare the lower officials leave their spare energy in front of the Khan? They even have food."

"Oh, when it comes to eating nai, the water on our grassland is very sweet. When can I try it?"

"Ah, why are you so embarrassed? The servant already has a fiancée..."

"I also have a few wives. So what? In the words of you Han people, you should sleep all the women in the world, and men are real men, so it should be like this."

After a friendly and friendly conversation, the two sides happily exchanged views on issues such as women, cattle and sheep, and mares.

Zhu Houzhao was really convinced. This time he was truly impressed with all his heart. His eyes were straight and he looked at Ye Chunqiu who was chatting and laughing for a long time. He wanted to lie on the ground and pay his highest respect to Ye Chunqiu.

Liu Jian, Li Dongyang and Xie Qian looked at each other. Even Li Dongyang, who was the most thoughtful and resourceful, was already confused at this moment and could not think of the reason inside.

That's right, from the arrogance he showed after coming in, he could feel that Batumonk didn't want to negotiate peace at all, or he deliberately pretended to be crazy and stupid to increase his bargaining chips. But now, Li Dongyang could clearly feel Batumonk's sincerity and determination to negotiate peace. This is by no means a lie, it's true.

What was unexpected to reverse this attitude was because of Ye Chunqiu's powerful kick. He still had the scene of Batumonk flying out like a Cuju in his mind. No matter how he looked, he felt that it was the rhythm of kicking people to death, but...

Incredible...

Jiao Fang was still standing in the hall, wanting to impeach, wanting to take advantage of the situation, and wanting to take advantage of the situation, but now, his old face turned red. What should he say at this time? Ye Chunqiu was bold and actually killed the Tatar Khan. In any case, the Tatar Khan was also a distinguished guest. Distinguished guest could be rude, but the Ming Dynasty was a country of etiquette, but this must not be done. But the problem is that when he saw the Tatar Khan and Ye Chunqiu being intimate, he suddenly felt that he was ridiculous, as ridiculous as a clown. His momentum just now became shameful.

Zhang Yi from the Honglu Temple looked at the two men with arms around like a fool. He suddenly realized that Batumonk was not revenge, nor did he have any tricks to deal with Ye Chunqiu. This...it seems like burning yellow paper to be a brother.

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Chapter completed!