The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun's eyes regained their sharpness and he stood up: "Negotiation? Interesting, it seems that the situation has also made Emperor Wanyan panic. Where is he now? Who is he?"

"Your Majesty, the person has arrived outside the Xianzhen Valley. He is the Jurchen minister Zamu. Will you meet him?" The Jinyiwei said while kneeling.

Qin Yun raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised. Daqing? He's quite an official.

"Let's go. I want to see what Emperor Wanyan is planning!" He took the lead and walked out, very confidently, as if he had taken the lead.

After a while, on a plateau outside the Xianzhen Valley, he personally met with Zamu, the special envoy from the Jurchens.

This is an old man with weather-beaten eyes. He is dressed in complicated blue clothes and a crown on his head. He looks very formal and seems to have been waiting here for a long time. His body is stiff, but he still maintains the same posture.

There are at least a thousand Daxia troops surrounding this small convoy with a covetous eye. With such a huge conflict and hatred between the two sides, he still dares to come!

For some reason, the first time Qin Yun saw him, he thought of someone, Guo Ziyun, who was just as old and had just as much temperament.

"Greetings to the Emperor of Daxia!" His cloudy eyes flashed, and he keenly recognized Qin Yun and led everyone to bow respectfully.

Qin Yun's black clothes fluttered in the wind, and the strong wind on the plateau made his black hair dance wildly: "Have you seen me?"

"No." Zamu shook his head, very calmly: "But your majesty is different, there is an indescribable iron-blooded temperament, it is not difficult for me to recognize him."

Qin Yun raised his lips. This old man is really good at talking! He glanced at his team again. Under his reputation of "indiscriminately killing envoys", all the Jurchens were terrified, but this old man was the only one who could speak calmly.

"Zhamu, right? I really like your calmness. You are one of the few people I look at differently. It seems that not all Jurchens are good-for-nothings."

Zamu's expression did not change, and he said calmly, "In fact, there are tens of thousands of people like me in the Jurchens, but Your Majesty has not seen them."

"Just like Daxia, there will always be people who emerge in times of crisis, such as Mu Le, Guo Ziyun and so on."

Qin Yun put his hands behind his back and walked forward: "You mean to warn me that you Jurchens are full of talented people and can turn the tide at any time, so I should not make mistakes?"

Zamu followed, followed by a large group of people: "Your Majesty, I dare not."

"The purpose of my visit this time is to negotiate under the order of the Great Emperor. Win-win is always better than war. If Your Majesty is willing to stop supporting Wanyan Honglie and stop interfering in the affairs of the Jurchens, then the Jurchens are willing to show their sincerity."

"Sincerity?" Qin Yun said with a smile: "Do you think I am a three-year-old child? How much is the word sincerity worth!"

Zamu had been sweating without knowing when. Facing Qin Yun, he felt unsure and followed up again, "Your Majesty, we can discuss the specific terms!"

"I wonder what price you would like to offer before you agree to this?"

Qin Yun turned around and looked at him deeply. This Zamu was very smart. He directly threw the blank check to him.

The next second, he said something shocking: "My conditions? I want half of the Jurchen territory!"

As soon as the words fell, the whole audience was shocked!

Not to mention the Jurchens, even the Great Xia Jinyiwei and the army were frightened by his majesty's words. Their eyes widened. Who would be willing to give half of the country's territory?

Zamu's old face twitched a few times, and he almost froze in place, forcing out an ugly expression: "Your Majesty, this..."

"Peace talks are obviously more beneficial to Daxia. Do you really think that the Restoration Army can overthrow the emperor with just a few people?"

"The reason they are still allowed to exist is that the Jurchen leaders believe that if they don't negotiate, the end result will be a fight between the Jurchens and Daxia, with countless casualties and lives lost. Who can afford such a loss?"

"Your Majesty, I know that the Jurchens were the first to start this war, but I have no choice. Wanyan Honglie is too sensitive and is a wanted criminal by the emperor, but you keep protecting him. I, the Jurchens, can only resort to this last resort."

"If you are dissatisfied, I can guarantee that the Jurchens will compensate for all the war losses of Daxia!" After saying this, he looked at Qin Yun with burning eyes.

Qin Yun squinted his eyes, and there was the sound of wind whistling in his ears.

He finally understood that what Emperor Wanyan wanted now was to appease him and use peace talks to stop him from interfering in the affairs of the Jurchens. Once an agreement was reached, Emperor Wanyan would be free from constraints, and Wanyan Honglie would be in trouble and would inevitably be suppressed.

Emperor Wanyan, who had lost his elephant army and the Xianzhen Valley, was indeed cowardly. He didn't even ask for the Xianzhen Valley back, but just asked them not to interfere.

He did not answer, but changed the subject: "How does your emperor plan to deal with Wanyan Honglie?"

Zamu's eyes flickered, and he said vaguely, "Resolve it peacefully."

"Not moving troops?" Qin Yun raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe not to move, depending on the actual situation."

Hearing this, he cursed the old fox inwardly, saying, "What if I don't agree to your peace talks?"

Zamu frowned, and a tough look gradually emerged on his old face: "As the Han people say, it's a fight to the bitter end!"

"The loss of Xianzhen Valley and the Elephant Army does not mean that the Jurchens have no fangs. Your Majesty, please think twice!"

"How dare you!" The Jinyiwei roared and drew their swords.

The Jurchen envoys retreated in fear, but Zamu stood firm as a rock, holding his head high and saying, "Your Majesty, if you kill me, you will awaken the wrath of the entire Jurchen nation. By then, no one in the Jurchen court will talk about peace talks anymore, but will fight to the death!"

"When that happens, no one will be able to escape unscathed!"

Qin Yun narrowed his eyes, walked up to him, and stared into his eyes. His imperial murderous aura was overwhelming: "You are very brave. The last envoy who spoke to me like this is probably just a pile of dry bones left now!"

Zamu took a deep breath and said through gritted teeth: "That is my hometown, why should I fear death?" As he spoke, his pale hair and upright brows revealed the faith and brilliance of an old man!

Qin Yun was shocked!

This was really beyond his expectation. He didn't expect that a nomadic people like the Jurchens would have such people! He had only seen such people in Guo Ziyun and others in this dynasty.

There was another one, Ashina Yuangu, but Yuangu was too ambitious, and in the end the sword injured himself and led to the destruction of the Turks.

But this Zamu is obviously different.

"Hu!" He exhaled a breath, put away his murderous aura, waved his hand, and immediately, all the Jinyiwei retreated fifty meters and forcibly took all the Jurchens away.

On the gray-brown rock, there were only two people looking at each other.

"But the person who rules your homeland is not a good king. You should understand that even without me, there will be another crisis."

Zamu shook his head and argued: "The emperor did nothing wrong except for that one thing, but the facts have become reality and cannot be changed. Once changed, it will hurt the bones and muscles, just like Wanyan Honglie's wings are fully grown and immediately brought war."