The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun smiled slyly: "No, this is where you are wrong."

"Don't let the eel be too big to do anything!"

Jingyi slapped his hand and said, "Sometimes I really feel like I'm sick for following a... bastard like you!"

She whispered, her eyes full of love and hate.

But perhaps God was fond of Qin Yun and he met Jing Yi at the right time.

"Hahaha!" He laughed out loud, feeling extremely proud.

"..."

Three days passed and everything was calm.

A piece of news suddenly caused a huge storm within the Japanese delegation, and Princess Sakura Sakai could no longer sit still.

Last night, Miyamoto died in a fire!

The imperial palace also specifically informed the Japanese delegation and sent a charred body with almost no bones left, making it impossible to identify.

Considering the series of events that happened before, the Japanese delegation was furious, especially Princess Sakura Sakai, who felt more and more that Qin Yun was playing tricks!

At the morning court session on the fourth day, the Japanese delegation launched an attack. More than a dozen people in total climbed up to the Taiji Hall with an unexpectedly strong attitude!

"Your Majesty, please give me an explanation for the Japanese delegation!"

"The court was very secretive about the shipbuilding, and now that Miyamoto has died in such a strange way, the Daxia cabinet refuses to fulfill its promise. What does this mean?"

"Are you going to kill the donkey after it has done its job?"

"that is!"

"Daxia is taking advantage of its power to bully others."

"..."

More than a dozen Japanese ministers were drooling, their faces flushed, and they were so anxious that they were at their wits' end.

More than a month had passed, and they hadn't even seen a single glimpse of the Red Cannon. Especially the various perfunctory responses undoubtedly made them anxious.

Although there were other gains in the imperial capital, they were secondary. After all, what Japan wanted was the red cannon!

That is the fundamental!

The cannons made in Japan are just homemade firecrackers, far inferior to those made in Daxia, and many problems cannot be overcome!

On both sides of the Taiji Hall, the dignified officials in official uniforms were all surprisingly calm, even cold.

They all watched the Japanese people making a fuss without saying a word.

On the dragon ladder, Qin Yun was lying lazily on the dragon throne, as if he had no bones in his body.

Two beautiful palace maids were massaging his legs on both sides, and he would touch them from time to time, making the palace maids blush. The scene didn't look like he was attending court at all.

When the Japanese were already out of breath, Gu Chuntang stepped out and said with a smile, "Dear Japanese friends."

"The court has already explained that Miyamoto's death was an accident. This is something we don't want to see, because with his death, Daxia's shipbuilding plan will be shelved again."

"And there has been no progress at the shipyard in the past month!"

As the prime minister, he speaks at a very high level, making excuses and playing Tai Chi. You just can't do anything to me.

"Humph!" A Japanese envoy stood up and said angrily: "How is it possible!"

"Miyamoto clearly said that the shipbuilding progress is very fast. He has already built the first ship for Daxia and provided a lot of technical support."

His voice was so loud that Qin Yun, who was sitting on the dragon chair, was upset.

I cursed inwardly, "You little Japanese! I gave you a way out but you didn't want it. Humph!"

He pulled his hand out of the beautiful maid's clothes, leaned forward, looked down, and snorted coldly: "Who told you this?"

All the Japanese envoys trembled, and he finally spoke.

They quickly gathered themselves together, and one of them gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, Miyamoto said so."

"Miyamoto said so. Where's the evidence? Call him up here and I will confront him in court!" Qin Yun started to speak out, completely revealing his cards and not pretending any more.

Upon hearing this, the Japanese envoys' faces all turned pale.

Wasn't Miyamoto burned to ashes? How could we confront him?

The civil and military officials were stunned at first, and then they tried to hold back their laughter. It seemed that His Majesty was not going to be perfunctory at all.

The magnificent palace suddenly fell into a dead silence. Not a sound was heard. The Japanese envoy was almost choked to death.

At this time, a clear, pleasant, but low and steady voice sounded, coming from Sakai Sakurahi. Her pretty face was like a pool of stagnant water, and she looked at Qin Yun indifferently.

She knew that Miyamoto's death was most likely fake, and with Sazi's whereabouts unknown, the diplomatic corps had lost its last support and had to take their things and leave as soon as possible.

"Your Majesty, even so."

"But the treaty we signed must be real, right? The imperial seals of both countries are printed on it."

"Han people respect teachers and honor their promises. Do you want to slap yourself in the face and tell the world that this dynasty of Daxia is cheating?"

"Who would dare to believe it in the future?" She spoke sharply but remained calm.

Suddenly, the court officials looked at each other with a serious expression.

The treaty was signed and even had a royal seal on it. This was a treaty between countries, so it was indeed a hassle!

Generals like Mu Le, who had crawled out of the pile of dead bodies, already had unfriendly looks in their eyes, thinking, why not kill people and rob them?

Who knows the next second.

Qin Yun frowned, his face blank.

"Treaty, what treaty?"

All of a sudden, the whole place was in dead silence, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

Even Gu Chuntang, Guo Ziyun and Xiao Jian were dumbfounded these days. They thought they were cruel enough, playing Tai Chi and playing dirty.

But Your Majesty really does not admit it, it is obvious that you do not admit it!

puff……

Some people couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

The Japanese man's expression was extremely strange, as if he had eaten a dead fly. His face turned red and he almost died of anger.

Princess Sakai Sakura was in a terrible state. She clenched her jade hands tightly, and was furious. She gritted her teeth and said, "Your Majesty, you are so busy, how can you forget things so quickly?"

"This is the original handwritten version, please take a look!"

She said coldly, taking out a handwritten version of the treaty, while the original had already been sent back to Japan.

If the artifact was real, Mu Le and his people might show off their sword skills in the Tai Chi Hall and accidentally destroy the real thing.

The eunuch presented the handwritten copy.

Qin Yun took it, glanced at it lightly, and put it down again.

"Yes, that's what happened. What's the matter?" He looked confused, calm, and a little sincere.

For a moment, everyone was stunned. What was going on, His Majesty?

The ministers looked at each other in bewilderment. Didn't His Majesty just deny it? Why did His Majesty admit it now?

Sakai stepped forward, narrowed her beautiful eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Since Your Majesty has also acknowledged that our two countries have signed a treaty, why don't you fulfill it?"

Qin Yun suddenly stood up, his figure straight, and said with a smile: "Ms. Sakai, I think you have misunderstood."

"What treaty did I sign?"

"I just wrote a word 'read' on it, but you want me to pay for two thousand red cannons. Are you blackmailing me?"

He snorted and started the fight first.

With a wave of his hand, the handwritten version was thrown down and hit the floor with a bang, which also represented his attitude. There was absolutely no possibility of compromise!

Suddenly, all the Japanese people's faces turned black.

Someone picked it up and looked at it carefully. Sure enough, Qin Yun only wrote the word "read"!

The man was trembling and his face was red.

"puff!"

He was so angry that blood spurted out and he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Shameless, shameless!"