The most romantic little emperor

However, a trace of doubt still lingered in their hearts. Could this be a trap carefully planned by Yelu Lingxiao?

But after calculating again and again, they still felt that this was not a trap.

This way of providing food does not seem to require too much effort.

Moreover, the small daily supply undoubtedly relieved a huge amount of pressure for Daxia.

Well, this proposal is a wise choice.

"Brother, this is a good move."

Qin Yun stood up and said, "I just calculated that the amount of food we can give out will be no more than one million dan at most. Moreover, we still have a month to prepare. This will undoubtedly greatly ease the financial pressure on Daxia."

Dong Sicheng nodded slightly, expressing his agreement, "I think this is feasible!"

With the support of Qin Yun and Dong Sicheng, the ministers also changed their attitudes and began to agree.

There was a harmonious atmosphere in the court, as if everyone had been fooled by Yelu Lingxiao's plan. Even Su Zhengfang and others changed their previous attitudes and supported this move.

"Your Majesty, you must not!"

At this critical moment, Wei Zheng's voice suddenly exploded like thunder, breaking the already tense atmosphere in the court.

He frowned and said, "I just did some calculations in my head. If we really follow this method, the amount of grain we need to pay will probably be more than three million dan!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar in the court.

"How can it be!"

Qin Yun shook his head, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he laughed softly: "Three million dan? Lord Wei, you may have miscalculated, right?"

"that is!"

Qin Feng also echoed, "Isn't it just thirty days? How can you give out millions of dan of grain! Lord Wei, you are old, you must have made a mistake in your calculations."

"Wrong! You all calculated wrong! I definitely didn't calculate wrong."

Wei Zheng shook his head firmly and insisted: "Behind this seemingly simple number, there is actually a huge trap. The amount of grain is probably far more than three million dan!"

"Your Majesty, I guarantee with my life that I will not make a mistake! This is indeed a trap carefully designed by the Liao people. We cannot trust it."

For a time traveler with memories of his past life, Qin Hao had naturally already calculated the real answer, and was also aware of the conspiracy and intrigue hidden behind this number.

However, he wanted to see what Yelu Lingxiao would do next, and he also wanted to take this opportunity to find out the true thoughts of the ministers in the court.

Therefore, Qin Hao did not expose Yelu Lingxiao's sinister intentions on the spot, but allowed the matter to escalate further.

Wei Zheng's words were like a wake-up call, striking at everyone's hearts and causing them to fall into deep thought.

Indeed, they also felt that this was a trap, otherwise why would Yelu Lingxiao be so generous.

But they couldn't calculate it, just like a blind man touching an elephant, unable to see the truth.

Wei Zheng is a wise man who has survived three dynasties. He is also Qin Hao's enlightenment teacher. In terms of literary and martial arts, he may not be as good as others.

But in addition to his courage to speak out and challenge authority, he is also an absolute authority when it comes to academic research.

What's more, Wei Zheng has already said that he will guarantee it with his life, so we have no choice but to think carefully about it.

Qin Hao's eyes were as cold as winter. He stared at Yelu Lingxiao, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was filled with undisguised contempt: "King of the South Courtyard, you are bullying me because I have no one in Daxia! Do you really think that these civil and military ministers of Daxia can't even do the most basic arithmetic?"

"This king has underestimated Daxia."

Yelu Lingxiao's expression changed slightly, and he smiled awkwardly, trying to ease the tense atmosphere: "However, this action of mine is also out of goodwill, hoping to relieve some of the pressure on Daxia."

"Since you have seen through my intentions, I will not beat around the bush any more! Let's sign the agreement in this way, and the Liao Dynasty can get 5,000 war horses in exchange!"

"I wonder what His Majesty the Emperor of Daxia thinks?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes immediately became hot, as if the fire in their hearts had been ignited.

Five thousand war horses?

This number echoed in everyone's ears, shocking like thunder.

You know, although Daxia is vast and rich in resources, despite the hard work of each horse farm, the total number of war horses slaughtered throughout the year is less than 10,000.

Now, Yelu Lingxiao actually wanted to use 5,000 war horses as bargaining chips to make a shocking deal with Daxia.

Although Daxia suffered a slight loss in this transaction, if you think about it carefully, it is not without benefit.

After all, although two million dan of grain is a huge amount, it seems insignificant compared to five thousand war horses.

Now, through this transaction, although Daxia paid with food, it gained war horses from the Liao Kingdom in return. This is undoubtedly a more long-term investment.

This result is at least much more cost-effective than directly giving the Liao Kingdom two million dan of grain.

Everyone was calculating the gains and losses of this transaction. Although it seemed that Da Xia suffered a loss on the surface, in the long run, this seemed to be a win-win transaction.

Yelu Lingxiao's proposal undoubtedly caused a huge stir in everyone's hearts, making the transaction even more confusing.

"Five thousand horses is still a bit too little."

Qin Yun's voice revealed a bit of unwillingness. He had lost some face in the previous confrontation and was now eager to regain a sense of existence. "I think 10,000 horses is more appropriate!"

Dong Sicheng's eyes sparkled with shrewdness, and he agreed, "The Eighth Prince is right, at least 10,000 horses!"

"impossible!"

However, Yelu Lingxiao refused without a second thought, "Ten thousand horses? That would also be a heavy burden for our Liao. I can only provide six thousand horses at most, which is the limit of Liao."

Qin Yun frowned after hearing this. He knew that the negotiation had entered a critical stage. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Nine thousand horses, this is the bottom line of our Great Xia. If we can't reach this number, then I'm afraid it will be difficult to continue this negotiation."

"Okay, since the Eighth Prince insists so much, I will take a step back. Seven thousand horses, no more!" Yelu Lingxiao also frowned slightly, and after weighing the pros and cons, he agreed reluctantly.

"No, let's each take a step back, eight thousand horses!"

"This……"

When talking about eight thousand horses, Yelu Lingxiao's face showed obvious hesitation, as if he was about to make a move.

Seeing this, Dong Sicheng immediately struck while the iron was hot and said, "Only eight thousand war horses! Not even one less will do. Otherwise, you will go back to where you came from."

"This……"

Yelu Lingxiao seemed to still be weighing the pros and cons. His expression looked like he was struggling, as if he was shaken by the firm attitude of Qin Yun and Dong Sicheng.