The First Tyrant of Daxia

Objectively speaking, this back view is indeed beautiful.

She is tall and has round curves, not like the willows swaying in the wind like the Han women, but more like the women in later generations who exercise frequently, with both slenderness and roundness coexisting, and the contrast is huge!

Maybe this is what Jurchen women look like, but from an aesthetic point of view, it is impeccable.

"There are not many people in this world who dare to turn their backs on me, and you are obviously not one of them!" He spoke calmly and proactively, with a tone that showed a contempt for the world.

If it were anyone else, it would definitely be awkward, but he exudes this quality from the inside out, from the very core of his being.

Fanyin was startled and felt conquered, which was something she had never felt from Emperor Wanyan or Wanyan Honglie.

Then she showed a beautiful and proactive smile, turned around slowly, opened her red lips slightly, and said in a clear and lazy voice: "I am sorry for being rude."

"I hope your majesty can forgive me."

A layer of gauze blocked the two of them, and Qin Yun's vision was blocked, so he couldn't see clearly.

He frowned and walked forward step by step: "Tell me, why did you let me come here?"

"Of course, it's to discuss the matter of the Great Xia army taking over the city." Fanyin said, standing there without moving.

"Don't try to play tricks on me. I've been around a lot over the years, and this is not the first or second time. If you have something to say, just say it. Don't waste everyone's time."

"You won't be able to wait for Wanyan Honglie."

"Even if we wait, it will be of no use!" His voice was magnetic and he didn't sound emotional, but instead gave people an unquestionable feeling.

Fanyin's beautiful eyes continued to brighten. This first meeting was even more extraordinary than she had imagined.

"If I want to wait, I won't do this in vain. The tens of thousands of troops in the city can still hold out for a while. At worst, we can..."

Qin Yun lost all his patience when he heard this!

Deep down in my heart, I had a very bad impression of this woman, and even had many murderous intentions. This could not be compensated by her beauty.

"enough!"

"Tell me the whereabouts of Wang Min and her son!" Since she didn't say it, Qin Yun chose to get straight to the point.

If it weren't for this, there would be no reason for him to take the risk.

Fanyin's eyes flickered slightly, and she was a little shocked. It seemed that what Wang Min said was true, and it was really like that.

"Your Majesty, are you too impatient? There is still a lot for you and me to talk about. I cannot tell you this news for the time being."

Stab it!

Qin Yun tore open the gauze that separated the two of them. Domineering and fearless, he took a big step and came directly in front of Fanyin.

She was wearing a light golden long dress, looking elegant and graceful, with gold ornaments on her head and an agate on the center of her forehead, which gave her an exotic look.

Bright eyes, white teeth, rosy cheeks, and a mature oval face. Unlike the Turks, Jurchen women's appearance is more similar to the Han people. No matter what, they are typical beauty who brings disaster!

No wonder Wanyan Honglie was so fascinated by her.

Qin Yun quickly grabbed her neck with his hands, his eyes like knives, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'll say this for the last time, don't irritate me!"

"Tell me the whereabouts of her and the child immediately, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

boom!

He exerted force and Fanyin's back hit the table, almost overturning the hot tea bowl.

"Cough cough..." Fanyin coughed, bringing with it a special fragrance and an indescribable feeling that made the man want to get closer.

"Your Majesty, you are too impatient. You asked me about Wang Min's whereabouts before discussing anything else. Shouldn't we talk about the current situation first?"

She looked straight at Qin Yun, her long eyelashes fluttering, she was really beautiful.

But Qin Yun ignored him. His mind was full of Wang Min and Qin Di. "Humph, you finally tell the truth?"

"The current situation?"

"how do you want to do it?"

Fanyin glanced at the wooden chair beside him and said, "Your Majesty, why don't you sit down and talk?"

"No need, this is fine too!" Qin Yun refused to budge and kept pinching her neck.

A hint of difficulty flashed across Fanyin's beautiful eyes, and she knew that such a man was not easy to deal with.

"Well, I'll be frank. If the war continues, it will be bad for both Daxia and the Jurchens. Can we stop it?"

Qin Yun said coldly: "You can stop it. You open the city and surrender, Wanyan Honglie surrenders, and tell me the location of Wang Min and her son, and everything will be fine!"

Fanyin frowned slightly, exhaling sweetly: "Your Majesty, these requests are too much. You eat everything cleanly, leaving nothing for others?"

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. Originally, I pushed Wanyan Honglie to be the Jurchen emperor, but now it's impossible. And you, don't think I don't know the little things you did behind my back!"

"I can kill you now!" Qin Yun glared, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

Fanyin felt like she was falling into an icy cave, being suppressed so tightly that all the things she had thought of beforehand were forgotten at this moment.

In a hurry, she bit her lip and said, "Your Majesty, do you really think you can do whatever you want? The 300,000 troops of the Restoration Army alone are enough for you to deal with."

"Secondly, the Huns are still watching closely. They are a barbaric race and they will not let you grow so big that they cannot handle you."

Zhou Jian narrowed his eyes. Huns?

After talking for so long, we finally talked about something interesting.

"What do you know?"

Seeing that he was interested, Fanyin continued, "The dead Wanyan Bodhisattva was your man, right?"

"He was killed by the Huns."

"They framed me again, which led to the Dawn Riot. Didn't the Huns just want you and me to kill each other?"

Hearing this, Qin Yun was stunned!

Wanyan Bodhisattva, my person?

He didn't even know he had such a subordinate!

Fanyin was also a smart man. Seeing his expression, he frowned and asked, "Isn't Wanyan Bodhisattva yours?"

Qin Yun concentrated and shook his head.

"Then why did he help Da Xia... and who killed him?" Fanyin's pretty face was full of doubt and uncertainty, and she gave up her speculation.

Help Daxia?

When Qin Yun heard this, his eyes widened and he was stunned for a long time, thinking for a long time.

"Why did he help Da Xia?"

Fanyin said, "He and his gang are against me. If you want to save Yeluyan, you have to open the city and surrender to you."

"He who enters the Golden City first will rule the world. It was he who proposed this idea. No matter how you look at it, it is beneficial to Daxia."

After hearing this, Qin Yun was surprised and had doubts in his mind. Is there such a thing?

Dead silence...

There was silence for a while.

He shook his head. It was not the time to think about this question. "This is not the most important thing. I have already prepared for the Xiongnu problem. He can't touch the food on the Jurchen table."

"Now you just need to tell me the whereabouts of Wang Min and her son!"

He has mentioned this sentence several times in a short period of time, which shows how important it is in his heart.

Fanyin took a deep breath, her collarbone rose and fell, her face was white, and she said, "Your Majesty, promise me one thing first, and I will tell you the answer immediately."

"And for you, this matter is just a matter of raising your hand."