As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 105 Mr. Dong, can you lend me your brain?

Chapter 105 Mr. Dong, please lend me your brain

"Humph!"

"What's your name?"

The Qianyuan envoy group is quite interesting. The most important officials are not that great, but the entourage are interesting.

The rage seemed to disappear in an instant. Qin Lou narrowed his eyes, looked at the crazy boy, and asked in a deep voice.

The moody monarch was so unpredictable that no one could guess what he was thinking.

It was just a tit-for-tat test.

He actually doesn't care about the so-called face.

People who really care about that thing often have no shame.

Mingchen bowed and said, "Your Excellency Mingchen, editor of the Qianyuan Hanlin Academy."

Qin Lou spoke normally, so he also spoke normally.

Compilation?

Xiuzhuan is not qualified to be here.

This person is not ordinary!

If Qin Lou only had muscles in his brain, he would not be able to become the leader of this country.

After listening to Mingchen's words, he had a rough guess about this person.

An official from Beilie looked at Qin Lou's expression, his eyes widened, and he stood up and shouted angrily, "You little editor, how arrogant and rude! You have no right to speak here!"

This man even cursed his own emperor.

Mingchen smiled, his expression calm, and he simply asked the man, "It's true that my official position is only a 16th-rank editor. However, as an envoy for negotiation, the conditions I've stated represent Qianyuan's wishes. May I ask, Your Excellency, if this is acceptable? By negotiating with me, can I represent Beilie's wishes?"

If you can't represent it, then don't come out and talk about it.

"..."

The man was choked and defeated, his face turned pale and he stopped talking.

The envoy Mingchen deserved it, spoke sharply, and charged forward with his head taken off.

Dong Jingming, who was watching from the side, was nervous.

He was really afraid that this person would say something he shouldn't say, and he would be implicated as well.

Seeing that the minister remained silent, Mingchen ignored him and turned to Qin Lou and asked, "Your Majesty, we are here for reconciliation negotiations. Let's get to the point quickly and don't keep the soldiers at the border waiting anxiously..."

He deliberately mentioned the soldiers at the border.

He knew that Bei Lie couldn't wait any longer.

It’s not necessarily about who is in control now.

"it is good!"

Qin Lou looked deeply at the little editor.

For a person like this, his courage alone is extraordinary, but it is a bit unfair for him to be a compiler.

Qianyuan is truly rotten from the root.

"Since Qian Yuan proposed a settlement, then give us your terms."

A minister stepped forward and asked Mingchen and the others first.

The leader Dong Jingming has completed his mission and disappeared.

Nor spoke.

Mingchen spoke instead, "Our dynasty comes with sincerity, willing to conclude a peace treaty and establish an everlasting friendship with the Northern Lie."

"Our dynasty is willing to offer one million taels of gold, five million taels of silver, one million pieces of silk, one million pieces of silk, and ten thousand each of horses, donkeys, and mules..."

After all, they are the ones who took the initiative to seek peace, so they should pay something.

This face and supplies must be lost.

As Mingchen spoke, he felt a little heartbroken as the gold and silver flowed out, a heartache that the gold and silver could not flow into his own pocket.

Finished stating the conditions.

Everyone present frowned.

The minister in charge of the peace talks said to Mingchen as if giving him a reminder: "Master Ming, please continue."

Mingchen shook his head: "Qianyuan's conditions have been stated."

"Ah!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Lou on the throne sneered: "The envoy said that I have no sincerity in peace talks, and it seems that you Qianyuan are not sincere either!"

A general stood up and said, "How can you give such a small amount of money to a beggar?"

"Where are the lands you ceded?"

Beidi has the heart of a tiger and a wolf. Beilie fought this war just to expand his territory and capture cities and territories.

Mingchen's face was calm as he said to Qin Lou, "Territorial integrity represents the sovereignty of a dynasty. How can we give away the land passed down by our ancestors so easily?"

As the supreme leader, Qin Lou cannot express his opinion casually.

The general stood up and argued with Mingchen, "Why can't we fight with others? Your Lizhou has already been conquered by my Beilie soldiers, and you, Qianyuan, are still gritting your teeth and refusing to give in?"

Mingchen shook his head. "Does conquering make it yours? Capturing a city, you plunder its wealth, population, and resources—those are your spoils of war, but the land still belongs to our country. Otherwise, according to what the general said, there's no need to draw national boundaries or negotiate. All the land conquered belongs to one country."

This kid has a sharp tongue.

The burly general snorted coldly, "Humph! You scholarly boy, you are just sophistry!"

Mingchen shrugged and said nonchalantly, "If the general refuses to accept, then wait another three months and we'll send troops to take the land back. It will still be ours then."

It was also thanks to Sister Dai's insistence on going to the northern border that Qian Yuan's face was restored and Mingchen earned a chance to speak.

Otherwise, he would have said these words in a different way.

He wouldn't have come forward just now.

Anyway, the old emperor has no shame, so he just lets people kiss him twice.

Three months is a very important time limit. The military report submitted to him by Teacher Bianyi listed all the chances of victory that could be achieved after three months.

The general was furious and shouted, "Fight if you want to! It seems that you, Qianyuan, still refuse to submit. Then I will show you what my Beilie army is capable of!" The inherent majesty of the soldiers frightened Dong Jingming who was standing beside him.

Mingchen doesn't look like he's here to negotiate, but rather to provoke.

"enough!"

"Noisy, noisy! How disgraceful!"

Qin Lou slammed the throne, interrupting the negotiations that were on the verge of breaking down.

On the surface, he was scolding the noisy people, but in fact he was ending the topic.

Wait another three months and it will be winter.

During the ice age of the Northern Mother River, the transportation of food and fodder became even more difficult in Beilie, which was already short of food and fodder.

Tian Hong had already told Qin Lou about this.

Regardless of whether there are peace talks or not, the war needs to end within two months. Otherwise, their supply will be a problem.

Qin Lou finished speaking, and another civil official stepped forward at his glance and said to Mingchen, "The conditions you have stated are too harsh. Please forgive Beilie for not being able to accept them."

Mingchen had completely taken over the leadership of the envoys and said, "Your Excellency, please feel free to speak."

"In addition to the supplies Lord Ming requested, Beilie also requested 10,000 dan of grain, and Qianyuan ceded Lizhou and half of Yezhou to comfort the tens of thousands of heroes who sacrificed their lives on our border."

He glanced at the only woman among the envoys, coughed lightly, and continued, "Her Highness Xiao Xinyue, the Princess of Beilie, must also remain in Beilie to repent for her crime of murdering our envoy."

"Heh~"

Mingchen laughed when he heard this, looked at him and asked, "Are you finished, sir?"

The civil official nodded slightly.

"Your Excellency requires food and land to comfort the spirits of tens of thousands of soldiers. Mingchen, how can Beilie comfort the spirits of nearly 100,000 soldiers of Qianyuan?"

Mingchen's voice became increasingly high-pitched, and his eyes seemed to be brimming with rage. He stared intently at the minister who had spoken, and shouted, "Hundreds of thousands of our people have died in the Beilie massacre. Our northern border has become a deadly place. May I ask how Beilie will compensate us?"

Aggressive and loud like thunder.

It seemed as if he was truly mourning for the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians on the border.

Xiao Xinyue behind him was stunned.

Was this man truly sad and angry for the sacrifices of the soldiers and civilians? It was hard to imagine that he had such a side.

It was unbelievable that this person had such a sincere heart. Xiao Xinyue felt as if she had never understood this person.

Mingchen had no idea what new misunderstandings the princess had about him.

He simply sneered at the minister and asked, "According to your opinion, sir, do you want to return Qianyuan's one million dan of grain? Do you want to cede half of your territory to Qianyuan?"

The minister was so angry that he blew his beard and glared: "Absurd! How can our dynasty compensate you for land and grain?"

The young man sent by Qian was really eloquent, bold and full of sophistry.

"The war was originally started by you, Qianyuan. How can the deaths of your soldiers and civilians be blamed on us, Beilie?"

"It's all my own fault!"

"Lord Qin was my king's sworn brother. He died in a foreign land. What else do you have to say?!"

He spitted all over his mouth and shouted at Mingchen.

Mingchen's face remained calm as he said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency's misfortune in Qianyuan was truly due to our inadequate care."

After all the twists and turns, everyone is just trying to make sense.

After Mingchen said this, the minister nodded with satisfaction.

"but……"

Mingchen then changed the subject, "Your Excellency's way of pursuing women is too barbaric. Matters of the heart cannot be forced. The princess of our dynasty does not like him. But she did not kill him either."

Xiao Xinyue behind him trembled all over when he heard this.

This matter is her heart knot.

"As for how the envoy died, it's been so long that we can no longer verify it, and we won't shirk our responsibility. Let's put it this way..."

Mingchen had a warm smile on his face and had come behind Dong Jingming without him noticing.

Dong Jingming has been a little worried since he came to court.

They were afraid that this crazy young man Mingchen would say something outrageous and drag them to death with him.

He didn't care about the negotiations. He was very nervous now. He just wanted it to be over quickly and then return to Yueyang City to enjoy his wealth and glory.

He didn't seem to notice as a pair of hands appeared on either side of his cheeks.

"Master Dong, please lend me your brain."

A sudden voice sounded in my ears.

Dong Jingming's whole body trembled suddenly, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

A feeling I had never experienced before came flooding back.

Die, die, die.

He suddenly opened his mouth wide, without having time to speak or move.

next moment,
"Crack!"

The crisp sound of a broken neck suddenly appeared in the court.

His eyes widened, and his gaze suddenly turned 180 degrees to look behind him.

My consciousness gradually drifted away, and my brain was unable to think. The last image in my eyes was the carefree smile of the young man.

Mingchen, the bold and unrestrained madman, is not dead.