After traveling through time, I became Han Zhang’s grandson?

The negotiation process was quite difficult. After Yelu Liang conveyed Yelu Hongji's oral instructions, Yelu Alimo changed his previous timid nature and directly confronted the Song delegation.

Han Ming did not tolerate the other party, and broke down every clause and every word of the negotiation documents, patiently explaining and justifying them to Alimo bit by bit.

This "eagle-like" negotiation made the envoys from both the Song and Liao sides physically and mentally exhausted.

Even though they knew that Han Ming did this to delay time, He Zhengru and other members of the delegation were a little too sleepy.

After all, everyone is not young anymore. If you don't count Han Ming, a young man in his twenties, the youngest negotiator on both the Song and Liao sides is thirty-six years old.

This kind of negotiation style, which requires racking one's brains and not giving an inch, is a torment for everyone.

Only Han Ming seemed to have found the feeling. He was full of excitement and passion every day and constantly increased the intensity of the Liao negotiating representatives.

The stalemate lasted less than five days before Yelu Alimo, a nearly fifty-year-old man, finally couldn't stand the high-intensity and high-pressure atmosphere and fainted on the spot.

The negotiation scene suddenly became chaotic and extremely lively.

"grown ups--!"

“Lord Alimo—!”

"Someone come quickly, Lord Alimo has fainted—!"

"Quick, quick, call the doctor!"

"Don't block me, I'll carry you to find a doctor—!"

"..."

The entire tent fell into chaos, and Han Ming stretched out his hand to stop He Zhengru and others from going forward to help.

"My Lord?" He Zhengru called out in some confusion.

"Let go of the desire to help others and respect their fate!"

Han Ming didn't explain too much. After saying this, An Ran sat in her seat without moving.

The people from the Song Dynasty delegation looked at each other, unable to think of how to respond for a long time, and could only sit quietly.

. . . . . .

With Yelu Alimo fainting during the negotiations, the entire negotiation fell into silence again.

The first reaction of the Liao Dynasty's rulers and ministers after hearing about this was: Han Ming is a vicious kid!

For a time, Han Ming's reputation spread throughout Nabo, and all the Khitan dignitaries and Han ministers knew about his tactics.

The negotiations were suspended for the next few days. After expressing his admiration and love for Han Ming, Yelu Hongji invited him to participate in their winter hunting celebration.

Originally, Han Ming came here with the intention of delaying time, so he naturally agreed. In a word, if the enemy comes, we will fight him; if the water comes, we will block it with earth. No matter how you want to play, I will accompany you!

Even though the two sides were secretly scheming against each other, Han Ming and the other members of the delegation appeared at the forefront of the winter hunt for the first time.

The whole scene was extremely spectacular, with flags standing tall and rustling as the north wind blew past.

Thousands of military guards lined up on both sides in a guard of honor, adding momentum to the scene and occasionally cheering loudly along with the beat of drums.

Then dozens of Khitan noble sons jumped out on their horses, drew their bows and arrows, and went straight for all kinds of northern animals in the winter woods.

The shouts and cheers spread throughout the entire camp, making all the Khitan dignitaries watching eager to try, wanting to practice, or to gain face in front of Yelu Hongji and seek a good reward.

As this batch of hunting was completed, Yelu Hongji's tall figure appeared on the viewing platform, waved his hand and said directly, "Reward!"

"We thank His Majesty the Great Emperor!" The Khitan nobles who had finished hunting knelt on one knee to accept the reward.

"Gentlemen, since the founding of our dynasty, the practice of patrolling the country in all seasons has been deeply ingrained in every Khitan."

"This is a gift from heaven and our ancestors, and it is a fundamental principle that every Khitan should remember."

"Nomadic hunting is not a bad thing. It makes us Khitans more powerful and brave."

"This year, I will set up a reward for the Winter Hunt. Anyone who takes first place in the Winter Hunt may make a request to me. There are no restrictions—!"

"Whether it's promotion to a higher position, or being made a marquis or prime minister, I will grant you all the approval—!"

"boom--!"

As Yelu Hongji finished speaking, the whole scene instantly became lively and everyone looked at Yelu Hongji on the viewing platform with excitement.

"Why did this happen suddenly?" He Zhengru stared at the Liao emperor in some confusion.

"Just wait and see, there will always be a time when the truth will show up."

Han Ming had the same idea as He Zhengru. He felt that Yelu Hongji was a little strange. This kind of reward of promotion based on hunting results was actually a bit ridiculous.

If all the emperors of Liao Dynasty played like this, they would probably collapse within a hundred years.

After all, if one can be granted a title of nobility and appointed as prime minister just by hunting, wouldn’t that be a complete disregard for those ministers who work diligently for the Liao Dynasty?

Although it happened only once, it was enough to ruin his character and ruin his political reputation.

Han Ming crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Yelu Hongji on the stage with some strangeness, trying to get some information from his expression or eyes.

Soon, Han Ming's gaze disappeared because Yelu Hongji called his name.

"Of course, in order to demonstrate the importance and value of this winter hunt, we must not only compete within the Khitan community, but also compete with others."

"It just so happens that our Great Liao is welcoming a delegation from the Song Kingdom. Their leader is the famous Han Ming, Marquis of Anyang."

"I'm sure you all know how powerful this Marquis is. He's definitely a formidable opponent for you!"

"Therefore, our Winter Hunting Festival will be held in conjunction with the Great Song Dynasty delegation. Both sides will compete and interact to highlight the essence of this exchange between our two countries—!"

Good guy, as soon as Yelu Hongji said this, Han Ming couldn't understand what he was thinking.

Isn't this just killing someone with a borrowed knife?!

He used the premise of exchanges between the two countries to prevent himself from withdrawing from the winter hunting celebration, and then used the rewards of being granted titles of nobility and appointed as prime ministers to increase the competitive consciousness of these Khitans and let them compete with him.

It can even be said that the reward of being "a marquis and a prime minister" is actually in exchange for Han Ming's life.

What is the difference between this and exchanging the head of a local general for military merit on the battlefield?

Han Ming initially thought that Yelu Hongji was acting weird, but it seemed that he had underestimated the other party's determination to kill him.

"Master Hou..."

He Zhengru is not a fool. He is the one who was valued by Han Ming and promoted to the deputy envoy of the Three Departments. He has a strong sense of crisis and was able to detect Yelu Hongji's ill intentions at the first moment.

"Well, it seems that His Majesty the Great Emperor can no longer bear it!"

Han Ming chuckled and his eyes met Yelu Hongji's in the viewing platform, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"I will file a protest!" He Zhengru immediately thought of resolving the issue through diplomatic means.

"No chance. He's using the idea of ​​bilateral exchange to trap us. We have to participate in this winter hunt even if we don't want to. Otherwise, we'll be charged with disrupting 'international exchange' and be in a passive position."

Han Ming narrowed his eyes and began to think about how to deal with this crisis.

He really didn't expect that he originally proposed the exchange between the two countries in order to delay the Liao Kingdom, but now it has become a ready-made excuse for the other party to trap himself.

It can be said that: shooting oneself in the foot!

"Wouldn't that be dangerous!" He Zhengru could imagine that if Han Ming participated in this winter hunt, there would be many people waiting to shoot him in the back.

"Haha, do you really think I'm just a weak scholar?"

Han Ming sneered. He rarely showed his martial arts skills.

Apart from Gu Tingye, everyone in the Song army, even the Western Army that he personally led, felt that their own marquis knew a little bit about fighting and could kill the enemy in battle, but he was not necessarily very strong.

His colleagues in Tokyo Prefecture also felt the same way. They all believed that Han Ming was both civil and military, but no one really knew to what extent.

After all, Han Ming seldom does such work as killing enemies in battle and chopping people with his own hands. Why waste his energy when he can use his brain?

He Zhengru could understand what Han Ming meant. If it weren't for this diplomatic mission to Liao, where Han Ming had fought with the assassin of 'Long Xijin', they would not have known how skilled this Marquis of Anyang was.

Now, everyone in the Song Dynasty seems to be a little less nervous about the murderous intentions of this winter hunt.

"But the enemy has too many people. Most of us who came to Miyun this time are negotiators. We didn't bring any guards from the Imperial Guards. If they really want to kill us..."

"My Lord, we can't defeat four with just two fists!"

Although He Zhengru recognized Han Ming's personal martial arts, he still needed to remind him of the dangers of this winter hunt.

"Yelü Hongji proposed the competition because he saw that we didn't have any additional imperial guards accompanying us. Otherwise, if Zhou Qian and the others were here, he would have thought twice."

Han Ming quickly figured out Yelu Hongji's psychology.

"Just watch the show for a while, and Yong Zeng can just come with me to participate in this winter hunt."

Han Ming chuckled and didn't take these Khitans seriously at all.

"Then we wish the Marquis a successful start and a chance to escape this crisis!"

He Zhengru also knew that he could not stop this winter hunt, so he could only hope that Han Ming could once again use his personal bravery to break this dangerous killing situation!

"I wish the Marquis a successful start and a chance to escape this crisis!"

"I wish the Marquis a successful start and a chance to escape this crisis!"

"..."

The people behind him bowed and echoed in unison.