Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

His smile is as sinister as a devil: "There is a lot of wind and sand outside the Great Wall. I think you have rough skin and thick flesh, and you are not afraid of being burned by any lime."

"The skin and flesh are eroded, and the bones of the five fingers are exposed, it will definitely not happen?"

"how do you feel?"

Zhao Gui was dumbfounded, and took two steps back, his eyes showing deep fear and timidity.

He was in the cement workshop every day, and of course he had seen the power of lime.

Chen Qing is simply...

He could no longer describe the viciousness of the other party in words.

If time could be turned back, even if he died of freezing and starving in the white disaster, he would not choose to go south to invade the border.

Dealing with someone like Chen Qing, even if he has a hundred lives, it's not enough to die!

"Little man... is willing."

"Whatever you say, the villain will remember."

Zhao Gui buried his head deeply, picked up the writing brush that was thrown away just now, and rearranged the inkstone.

"It would have been better if it had been earlier."

Chen Qingfeng waved his hands lightly, pointed to the half-written letter of credence and said: "Article [-]: In order to maintain the harmony between the two clans, please ask Daqin to bestow one emperor's daughter and three hundred noble daughters. The two countries are bound by marriage. From then on, there will be no more wars on the border, and there will be friendship from generation to generation.”

With a heavy heart, Zhao Gui recorded what he said just now.

That's it!

Love is what it is.

Now that the life and death of the whole family is decided by Chen Qing alone, how can there be any room for resistance?

"I hope that the first emperor of Qin will carefully consider the above three items."

"If there is one thing that is not allowed, I will go to Xianyang with an army of 50 to ask for it in autumn next year when the horses are fat!"

Chen Qing finished the last sentence loudly.

Zhao Gui couldn't help raising his head: "My lord, even if we gather all the warriors from all the tribes on the grassland, we still can't gather 50 troops."

"Does this sentence need to be changed?"

Chen Qing smiled meaningfully: "I said yes, so it is."

Zhao Gui lowered his head embarrassingly: "The villain is just afraid of being seen. The grasslands are not affiliated with each other. To be able to gather 20 soldiers and horses is to try our best."

"Ha ha."

Chen Qing stared at him contemptuously: "Are you feeling unhappy and deliberately making yourself uncomfortable with me?"

"Zhao Gui, I know that you grew up in the grasslands, and you always have feelings for the Xiongnu."

"But... don't worry about it."

"You'd better hope that the Xiongnu can really pull out 50 troops, otherwise..."

"Next year's grassland will only be left with wind blowing grass and cattle and sheep!"

Zhao Gui bowed in fear: "I don't dare, just write down what you said."

He grabbed the brush in a hurry, his right hand was shaking so badly that he couldn't hold it steady.

There was no way, Zhao Gui pressed his right wrist with his left hand, and barely finished writing the letter of credence.

Chen Qing looked at it for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction.

"There seems to be something missing."

He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, "By the way, Guoxi!"

"The Xiongnu... you haven't unified yet, where did you get the national seal?"

"Let me make one myself."

Chen Qing clapped his hands and called for the Immortal Lu.

"Go get two bars of soap."

"The boxy kind."

Lu Xianweng bowed in response, and presented the soap in a short while.

"Just engrave the 'Hun King Seal'."

"Zhao Gui, come here."

Chen Qing casually threw the soap to the other party.

"promise."

Zhao Chong didn't dare to disobey his thoughts, and honestly used a carving knife to carve crooked Xiongnu characters on the soap.

"It seems to be reversed."

His mental tension and depression reached the extreme. When he was working, he made a negligence and forgot to reverse the font.

"It doesn't matter that much."

"Make do with it."

Chen Qing snatched it away, pressed on the ink pad, and then covered the lower right corner of the silk cloth with force.

"That's it!"

He happily picked up the freshly baked credential, and carefully dried the ink on it.

"Zhao Gui, in a few days you will bring some of your own soldiers into Xianyang Palace under the banner of the Xiongnu envoys."

"Do you understand what to say and how to do when you get there?"

There was a slight threat in Chen Qing's tone.

"know."

Zhao Gui whispered sadly: "The villain should be arrogant, arrogant, arrogant and unreasonable."

"Chen Fuling, I only ask you for one thing."

"Let go of the slaughter of women, children, old and young."

As he spoke, he knelt on the ground, his eyes flushed.

"I told you everything, as long as you do what I want, you will be safe and sound."

Chen Qing scolded impatiently: "Get up, don't get caught up here."

"I've been thinking about it for the past two days, trying to figure out how to behave when I meet His Majesty."

"You go down first."

Zhao Gui got up aggrieved, hesitated for a moment and said: "My villain first thank you for your life on behalf of the whole family, women, children, and children."

Now there is no other way but to pray that Chen Qing still has a little conscience left, and don't go back on what he promised him.

When he walked out of the main hall, Zhao Gui's legs were as heavy as lead.

He was in a trance, and he didn't know who to talk to about the anxiety and worry in his heart.

I don't know which god can save Tu Gebu's suffering.

"You'd better hope that the Huns really have 50 troops..."

Chen Qing's words came to mind inexplicably.

Zhao Gui gritted his teeth, suddenly endless sadness came to his heart.

It would be great if the Xiongnu really had an army of 50!

All the tribes on the grassland respect the same Shanyu, and they no longer attack and fight each other, and become one.

How could they be forced to retreat again and again, losing the vast land for grazing cattle and sheep?

Tu Gebu didn't have to suffer such inhuman torture today.

Zhao Gui wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, sobbed a few times before calming down, and returned to the cement workshop as if nothing had happened.

Chapter 281 Zhao Gui's Peak in Life

"This year's Huns are not doing well."

"I can't even pull hatred, I have to do it myself."

Chen Qing bundled up the credentials and carefully put them into a wooden box.

Zhao Chong paced out from somewhere, and sighed with his hands behind his back.

As a descendant of the Zhao family and a hardcore member of the Great Qin Emperor's Party, he actually sympathized with the Huns.

"Old Zhao, why are you sighing?"

"Every word in this letter of credence is worth a thousand gold."

"Take it and put it away."

"We'll use it later."

Chen Qing casually threw the wooden box to him.

Zhao Chong took it in his hand, and said flatly: "The Xiongnu have suffered a new defeat, how dare they have the courage to make such an outrageous and unreasonable request? What's more, this national book is poorly made, so you are not afraid of being spotted by others? "

Chen Qing said with a smile: "You don't understand this, do you?"

"The Great Qin and the Xiongnu are at odds with each other, and most of the documents refer to the Xiongnu as 'human face and animal heart' and 'barbarians and lowly people'"

"The people's ass is definitely sitting on Daqin's side. Even if they have a little doubt, they won't care too much about it."

"As for the national book..."

"Your Majesty must be furious when he sees it, and it's normal to chop him off with a sword."

"At that time, there will be no witnesses or material evidence, so what else is worth exploring?"

"History is always written by the victors."

Chen Qing said eloquently.

"You are right."

Zhao Chong hesitated for a while and said, "It's just that these three items in the national certificate are too much? Even if you know it's false, your majesty will definitely be furious."

Chen Qing shook his head: "Passed? Not at all."

"It's far worse than the letter from the Green Hat King Modun."

"I almost forgot, I'll tell that idiot Meng Gan later, and ask him about his current situation."

Although calculated according to time, Mao Dun, the hero of the Xiongnu generation, was still a half-year-old boy.

And with Chen Qing intervening, it is unlikely that the Huns will become big in the future.

But just in case, it's better to be careful.

"The green hat king?"

Zhao Chong subconsciously thought of something bad.

During the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there were continuous wars in Zhuxia.

People who can't eat enough to eat are forced to live, so they can't force their wives and daughters to work in low jobs in order to survive.

The world despises such men, so they let them wrap their heads in green scarves to show their contempt.

"In a few years, there will be a powerful Shan Yu on the grassland, and his name will be Mao Dun."

"After killing his father and seizing the throne, Donghu deceived him that he was young and his foothold was not stable, so he sent someone to ask for his horse, the Chollima."

"Mao Dun's nature is forbearing and tenacious, and he offered the BMW without saying a word."

"Donghu thought he was easy to deceive, and ordered someone to ask for his concubine again."

"The Xiongnu tribe regarded it as a great shame and humiliation, and asked for a fight one after another. Maodun is a man capable of accomplishing great things. Regardless of the opposition of the tribe, he handed over his concubine."

When Chen Qing said this, he couldn't help shaking his head.