Chapter 697: Candidate

Gao Shenghan also fell into a huge consternation because of these words.
　　 This is the first time someone has mentioned the word ‘ceded land’ since the establishment of the North Sea Empire.
　　 All of a sudden, Gao Shenghan had mixed feelings.
For any dynasty in the host country of Zhenzhou, once the words "ceded land" and "sue for peace" are mentioned on the official side, what it means can not be more clear-it is a sign of a dynasty from victory to decline One.
　　Is the situation in the empire already decadent?
　　 "Ceding land and seeking peace, such as holding a salary to fight a fire, the salary is not exhausted, and the fire is never extinguished."
　　 Lin Beichen sighed.
　　 He still has some feelings for the Beihai Empire.
　　 It is not a good phenomenon to seek peace. In the end, you may lose your wife and break the army.
　　 This sentence hit the heart of Gao Shenghan, Lou Shanguan and others in an instant. I just felt that it was not more appropriate to the image.
　　 "Who will preside over this peace talk?"
　　 Gao Shenghan asked.
　　The peace talks between countries involve many things.
　　 Feixue Moss’s official status can’t be said to be low, but it’s obviously not enough to represent the North Sea Empire and the Sea Clan in peace talks, humiliating and seeking peace.
　　 There is only one possibility.
　　 Among the imperial missions this time, there are still higher status people who have never shown up.
　　 Feixue obviously guessed Gao Shenghan's thoughts for a moment, shook his head, and said: "I still have a decree here, which is given to Ling Mansion."
　　 Gao Shenghan's complexion changed.
　　He immediately realized that in the great city of Chaohui, there was a respected imperial minister.
　　Although this old man has always been very low-key, since he came to Chaohui City, it seems to have disappeared, without any sense of existence.
　　 But obviously, as long as His Majesty the Emperor is willing, he can instantly make this old man the focal point of the entire empire's renewed brilliance—just that the imperial decree that Feixue said in an instant is too heavy.
　　 Gao Shenghan is a little bit chilly.
　　 The result of the game between the various forces in the imperial capital is to make this old man, with his first life reputation, endorse this power-defeating and humiliating peace talks?
　　 For a past feat, this is too cruel.
　　 Lin Beichen did not respond immediately, saying: "Ling Mansion, is it for City Lord Ling? What's the matter?"
　　 Gao Shenghan sighed and probably explained a few words.
　　 "Let Elder Ling preside over the peace talks?"
　　 Lin Beichen finally reacted.
　　 Old man Ling Taixu, he has almost never reappeared since he came to Chaohui City.
　　Extremely no sense of existence.
　　 Young Master Lin is busy, almost forgetting the old man.
did not expect……
　　 "Emperor Capital, these dog things, cannibalize people and don't do human affairs. Isn't this making Ling Laoxian take the blame?"
　　 Lin Beichen was immediately dissatisfied.
　　 Zheng Sanglong said with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and slowly said: "You can't say that. This is also for the survival of the empire. What is personal honor and disgrace, hehe..."
Snapped.
　　 Lin Beichen drew it with a whip.
After all, Zheng Xianglong is a seventh-level martial arts master, and his reaction can be considered quick. He hurriedly avoided his face, but was hit with a whip on his back. He suddenly shattered, his skin was broken, his painful forehead was sweating coldly, and he roared: " What are you doing, you..."
　　 "Shut up to Lao Tzu if you can't speak."
　　 Lin Beichen slapped the whip on the table, staring at him like a sword, and said: "You have been upset for a long time. The whip just now is a warning... You say one more word, I will kill you."
　　 Zheng Sanglong almost passed out angrily.
　　 Has he ever been bullied so much?
　　 If it was someone else, even if it was a big boss with an official rank above him, he would be angry and resist.
　　 After all, the Zheng family's background is not vegetarian.
　　 But the person in front of me is a celestial being.
　　 is still a brain-dead man.
　　 Zheng Xianglong had no doubt that if he dared to say one more word, Lin Beichen would really kill him without hesitation.
　　 He really dares.
　　 Zheng Xianglong, whose eyes were blackened with anger, endured the whiplash on his body, gave a cold snort, turned around and walked outside the hall.
　　 "Who let you go?"
　　 Lin Beichen patted the table and said, "Sit down to Lao Tzu, and listen honestly."
　　 Zheng Xianglong almost broke his teeth, and had to walk back again, changed a chair farther away and sat down.
　　In his life, he has never been so humiliated at this time.
　　 On the side, the imperial commissioned Feixue squinted at all this for an instant, without speaking.
　　 Loushanguan tilted his head, as if he hadn't seen all this at all.
　　 In the hearts of the two of them, they are as good as eating iced watermelon in dog days.
　　 The so-called wicked need to be grinded by the wicked.
　　 Zheng Xianglong is also known as a vicious little devil in the capital. When he came along, there was no less nausea between the two of them. As a result, he encountered an unreasonable strange work like Lin Beichen, but he was arranged clearly.
　　 deserve it.
　　 Lin Beichen gave an excuse to vent his whip, feeling a little more refreshed, and then he continued to think.
　　 The Emperor Dog is going to cede the land.
　　 Then everything that I have worked so hard to build in the great city of Chaohui, isn't it all going to be ridden?
　　 It’s hard to get Yunmeng with a stable home, isn't it going to be displaced again?
　　 It is the cold winter, freezing everything, dripping water into ice, tens of thousands of people evacuated from the big city, and retreat from the wind, how many crimes will be suffered along the way, and how many people will die?
　　Especially those refugees who have finally settled down, how many of them can live out of the wind?
　　 can't bear it.
　　 To destroy my leeks is to destroy my foundation.
　　 No matter what, this Chaohui city must not be lost.
　　 But, what should I do?
　　 He raised his middle finger, rubbed his eyebrows, and thought.
　　 "It should not be too late, Gao Tianren, Lin Tianren, can the two of you go with me to Ling Mansion and convey the imperial edict?"
　　 Seeing that the atmosphere was a little silent, Feixue slowly got up and said.
　　 The emperor's fate is on him, and he can only forcefully act.
　　 Gao Shenghan nodded.
　　 Lin Beichen said: "Okay, let's go together and see the excitement."
　　 A few people got up, walked a few steps, Lin Beichen paused, looked at Zheng Xianglong who was still sitting in the chair, and said, "Your is stuck? You don't want to go together?"
　　 Zheng Xianglong was like a little daughter-in-law who had suffered from the wicked mother-in-law, and he hurriedly followed.
　　 "Hahahaha..."
　　 Loushanguan couldn't help laughing out loud.
　　Out of the main hall, a formation master controlled a small flying boat over.
　　 Lin Beichen did not board the flying boat.
　　 Riding on his own white horse, surrounded by silver guards, he rode his horse to the ground.
　　 After a stick of incense.
　　 When he got outside Ling Mansion.
　　 The few Gao Shenghan who took the flying boat have arrived early and are waiting for him.
　　 Ling Mansion obviously also received the news of the imperial commissioner's visit. Ling Junxuan and his wife, as well as more than a dozen other people in the mansion, and some people who don't know whether they are Zhaohui city bosses or members of the imperial commission, are already at the gate.
　　 Lin Beichen threw the rein to Gong Gong and stepped forward quickly.
　　 "Hehe, you are Lin Beichen? It's such a big frame. Let so many of us wait here for you, the son of a criminal minister."
　　 A negative voice came.
It was a young man who looked eighteen or nineteen years old, with fair complexion, a delicate face, and an arrogance between his eyebrows. He looked at Lin Beichen with undisguised hostility and disgust. It was obviously Deliberately said such provocative words.
　　 Judging from the style of clothing, he is not a person who is easy to talk about.
　　 "Who is this person?"
　　 Lin Beichen looked at Feixue Shi and others.