The First Tyrant of Daxia

Zheng!

That was the trembling sound of a drawn sword.

Agron's eyes turned cold and there was cold sweat on his forehead.

"No, Your Majesty!"

Cha Ming Wei Rou rushed out, grabbed Qin Yun's dragon robe, and begged: "Your Majesty, can you give me a chance?"

"I can convince my father to turn from evil to good!"

Qin Yun looked down at her and glanced at her.

He said coldly: "Get out of the way, or I'll kill you too!"

"Your Majesty, please."

"The Zazahar tribe has never thought of becoming an enemy of Daxia, so why do you want to make things worse?"

"My father was just bewitched by Xiliang. As long as I come forward to lobby, the situation will definitely improve." Cha Ming Weirou said.

"Princess!"

"You are the pearl of my grassland, you don't need to ask for help!"

"Hmph, the leader will avenge me!" Agron said very firmly.

"Shut up!"

Cha Ming Wei Rou turned around and scolded, showing the innate aggressiveness of a prairie princess.

Qin Yun sneered: "You, the envoy, seem to be full of pride!"

"If that's the case, then if I don't do something, won't the tribes on the grassland dare to control me in the future?"

A trace of panic flashed across Wei Rou's azure eyes.

It starts from the moment you step into the palace.

Her pride was invisibly diminished. This man seemed like a grassland god, awe-inspiring.

As Qin Yun raised his knife high, Agelon's eyes shrank with fear!

The moment he chopped his neck.

Cha Ming Weirou shouted: "Your Majesty!"

"Leave people under the knife!"

"I agree to your terms!"

"I surrender to you on behalf of the Zazahar tribe!"

The voice fell.

Qin Yun's sword stopped, and the entire hall was extremely quiet.

"Princess!"

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

"How can I, the proud Zazahar, bow my head!"

"What should we do with our people? Without their territory, they will be swallowed up by the cold winter every year!" Agron roared in anger.

No one knows their bitterness, just like their leader Cha Mingmu, if they don’t cooperate, they will lose their territory.

Without territory, the tribe will die out sooner or later, and no nomadic people can escape the harsh weather on the grassland.

Enough of our tribesmen have died over the years!

A hint of sadness flashed across Cha Ming Wei Rou's eyes.

He said softly, "I am doing this for the future of my people."

"Master A Ge, you don't need to say anything more. I will take charge of this matter."

"Princess, you are confused!" Agron was furious.

In his opinion, cooperation with Xiliang is the only way out.

Cha Ming Wei Rou ignored him and raised her beautiful eyes.

"Your Majesty, can we talk alone?"

Qin Yun pondered for a moment, then sheathed his sword and waved his hand, and the Jinyi Guards dragged Ageron away.

The entire Nanliang Palace was also quickly emptied following the signal.

"Go ahead."

"But I advise you to put yourself in the right position!" Qin Yun sat down and said lightly.

Cha Ming Wei Rou took a deep breath and then looked at him straight.

"Now that things have come to this, let's just talk about it."

"Lord A Ge just told me that the twelve tribes of the grassland are discussing cooperation with Xiliang to fight against Daxia."

"Daxia has nothing to fear from one tribe, but if twelve tribes join forces, I don't believe Your Majesty will not be afraid."

Qin Yun raised his eyebrows: "What exactly do you want to say?"

She took a step forward, her beautiful eyes serious and earnest.

"Zazahar has made friends with Daxia and formed an alliance. I am willing to speak for you and urge the twelve tribes to sit down and negotiate with Daxia."

"I guarantee that there is a high possibility that they will leave Xiliang's enlistment!"

"In this way, Your Majesty can focus on dealing with the rebellion in Xiliang."

"Even with the help of my father, Xiliang will become an isolated place and can be overturned at any time!"

Hearing this, Qin Yun smiled.

"Tsk tsk, Princess, you gave me such a delicious cake. I am really flattered."

"Now that we have finished talking about the first half, let's talk about the second half."

Cha Ming Wei Rou pursed her red lips.

He raised his head and said generously: "My request is very simple, I want a status!"

"Name?"

Qin Yun was suspicious for a moment: "You want me to make your father the king and rule the whole world?"

"No!"

She shook her head and blurted out, "I want Your Majesty to marry me and give me a grand wedding."

"What?"

Qin Yun looked as if he had heard it wrong, then stood up in surprise.

Cha Ming Wei Rou clenched her jade fists and said without hesitation: "If I become your Majesty's woman, then naturally our two families will be one family, and it will be easy to persuade the tribal leaders to help Da Xia."

"And if the royal family has a woman from the grassland, it will also make other tribes less repulsive!"

She pulled off her veil, revealing her captivating, exotic face.

Continue speaking loudly.

"The great grassland god Muba once said that when a man removes the veil of a grassland woman, it is a marriage gifted by God."

"If you rebel, you will be condemned."

"I have thought it through, Your Majesty. You are the first man to tear off my veil. You must take responsibility!"

Her words are passionate and graceful, giving people the feeling of bravely pursuing love!

Qin Yun was dumbfounded.

I couldn't answer for a long time.

Am I dreaming? The prairie princess wants to marry me?

Such an exotic beauty, it would be nice to be a vase!

What's more, if she married here, she would be giving up the dowry of an entire tribe, which would be a lot of money. I guess this was Wang Min's idea at the beginning.

He suppressed his joy and said calmly.

"Actually, you don't need to use this trick."

"Although I am not a gentleman, I am not paralyzed by the sight of a beautiful woman."

"Just negotiate, don't get emotional."

"Tell me clearly, why are you suddenly willing to help me?"

A hint of disdain flashed across Wei Rou's beautiful blue eyes.

"I'm a woman and I've said so much, and you're still so timid. What kind of man are you?"

"time does not wait."

"If we wait until the grassland alliance is formed, you will be in much bigger trouble than I am."

Qin Yun stood up, looked around her, and made a clicking sound.

"Your idea is good. If you marry me, you can continue to benefit your tribe in the future, right?"

Cha Ming Wei Rou snorted softly.

"It's a win-win situation. Isn't it good for you?"

"Besides, the women of my Zazahar tribe have always been proud, no worse than the women of your Daxia. Since you have torn off my veil, I must follow you."

Qin Yun curled his lips, somewhat unconvinced.

"What if I were an ordinary person?"

She blurted out, very seriously: "I'll follow you just the same!"

"Plowing the land and giving birth to children, no less!"

Qin Yun looked at her for a long time and found that she was not lying.

Think for a while.

"Are you sure you can convince all twelve tribes?"

"Yes!" She nodded heavily and said confidently, "As long as you are willing to give me power, I can make the twelve tribes defect!"

"impossible!"

Qin Yun refused outright without giving any face.

"Why?" Cha Ming Weirou frowned slightly, with a unique charm.