A few days later, the wishes of the Khitans were fulfilled, and their leader, the Dahe Mohui, also received the war flags and drums rewarded by Li Er, and since then, the Khitan has been officially incorporated into the territory of the Tang Dynasty.

But the matter of the Khitan annexation did not end there, and with the arrival of the Turkic envoys, things completely developed in a direction that people could not understand.

In the court, Li Er took the national letter brought by the Turkic envoy, read it several times, and finally threw it on the table, and said with a blue face: "Jieli Xiao'er is really too deceitful, I really think that I am weak and can't be bullied!" ”

"Your Majesty, what did Jieli say?" Cheng Yanjin's face was full of curiosity, and he wanted to know what made Li Erqi look like this.

"Mowgli, you should read this." Li Er glared at Fairy Cheng and asked the chamberlain beside him to hand over the Turkic State Letter to the eldest grandson Wuji.

The content of the national letter is not repeated, but it can be summed up in one sentence anyway: let Li Er return the Khitan to the Turks, of course, the Turks will also return the Liang divisions who have defected to the Tang Dynasty.

"How can this be reasonable, Your Majesty, the minister is willing to raise 100,000 elite soldiers to destroy this dynasty food!" Wei Chigong was hot, and as soon as the eldest grandson Wuji closed the Turkic State Book, the old man jumped out angrily.

"Your Majesty, the minister is also willing to go." Hou Junji, Cheng Yanjin, Chai Shao and others were one step slower, but they also went out to work one after another to ask for their lives.

"Alright, go back!" In the midst of passion, Li Er slapped the table fiercely, glanced at a group of war maniacs in the main hall and said in a deep voice: "There is no shortage of 100,000 elite soldiers, but what about the food, where does the food come from, do you want to drink the wind to fight!" ”

This group of idle and panicked killers finally shut up, remembering that Datang is still suffering from a locust plague, and the most important thing at the moment is disaster relief, not war.

"And I have an alliance with Jieli first, because of a letter of state, I will attack it, which makes the Tang Dynasty gain a foothold in the surrounding countries." Between the words, Li Er's tone had an indescribable amazement.

The last time Jieli came to attack, it was just in time for the domestic turmoil in Datang, so he picked up a bargain, and now there is a locust plague in the country, and the people's hearts are unstable, this guy actually jumped out again to make trouble, it seems that this guy is sent by God to test Lao Li's patience.

"What Your Majesty said is extremely true, this is indeed not a good time to start a war with the Turks, and even if we have abundant grain and grass, there are many mosquitoes and flies in the grasslands in summer, which is not suitable for our Tang army to fight." Du Ruhui is the prime minister, and what he said also has a certain amount of truth, which has brought Li Er's face back a lot.

"Okay, the matter of sending troops is to be mentioned, Honglu Temple told the Turks: The Khitan clan is not a Turkic tribe, and whether the Tang Dynasty is summoned or not has nothing to do with him, as for the head of Liang Shidu, I will take it myself, and I don't bother them. That's it, retreat. ”

With a wave of his sleeves, he took away his anger. Obviously, there are countless elite soldiers and strong generals, but he is helpless against the turtle khan on the grassland, which makes Lao Li feel a sense of hatred and depression from the bottom of his heart.

On the other hand, Li Chengqian, who knew the trend of history, did not pay much attention to this matter and did not make any comments on Jieli's continuous death. I can't be busy with too many things, how can I worry about a guy who still has two years of freedom.

"Lord Mokai, please take a seat." In the Welcome Building of the East City, Li Chengqian warmly entertained the Dahe Motorcycle Club and his party.

The Khitan is a tribal system, the chief is called the lord at the beginning, and in the later period, he is also called the king, Li Chengqian does not want to leave an arrogant impression on the other party, so the same Khitan way is called the other party.

"Don't dare to be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince like this, just call me Mohui." Mo will learn from the Tang people to hug their fists as a courtesy, and said politely, but a pair of eyes have long been attracted by a table full of exquisite food.

"Please sit down, you're welcome, it's private time, we're only talking about friendship and nothing else." The desire of Mo Hui and others for exquisite food made Li Chengqian twitch the corners of his mouth slightly, and he didn't realize that his confidence in the plan in his heart had increased a lot.

"The delicacy of Datang food is indeed breathtaking." After taking the seat, Mo Hui sighed and said.

"Lord Mohui, now you are also from the Tang Dynasty, what I said just now is to punish three glasses of wine." Li Chengqian smiled and joked, and at the same time motioned for the maid in the room to come and pour wine.

"Yes, yes, it's the minister's fault, it really should be punished, it should be punished."

The relationship between the living habits of the nomads and the geographical location, the Khitan people are good at drinking, and the punishment wine was also proposed by Li Chengqian in order to ease the atmosphere, so the Mohui didn't mind, laughed and picked up the wine cup poured by the maid, and directly dried three cups.

When the Mo Club drank the wine, Li Chengqian said with a light smile: "Lord Mo Hui, there is one thing in this palace that I am very curious about, and I don't know whether to ask or not. ”

"Your Highness has something to ask, and the Mo will know everything, and he will say everything." Mo Hui also put away his laughter, knowing that Li Chengqian's main topic was finally about to begin.

The status of the Mohui in Khitan is almost equivalent to that of Lao Li of the Tang Dynasty, so naturally he will not be a fool. So the moment he received Li Chengqian's invitation, he knew that there must be something to talk about, otherwise there was really no need for the identity of the prince of the Tang Dynasty to invite him in person.

"I hope that the question of this palace will not make Lord Mokai feel abrupt." Li Chengqian first gave the Mohui a preventive shot, and then said: "As far as this palace knows, the Khitan warriors are skilled in arching and horseback, good at riding and shooting, and even the entire Khitan can be said to have been born on horseback, but why did they live in such hardship?" As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes to the dress and attire of the followers of the Motorcycle Club.

"Don't hide it from Your Highness, my Khitan is now on the verge of life and death." Mo Hui sighed and slowly talked about the current situation of the Khitan, which made Li Chengqian almost sluggish.

300,000 sheep, 30,000 cattle, and 50,000 good horses, these are the tributes that the Khitan needed to pay to Jieli every year before they were attached to the Tang Dynasty.

And in addition to the above, there are also countless tributes to various precious animal skins.

All of this is just in exchange for the annual peace of the tribe, and nothing else is in return.

Year after year, the Khitan finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing that if this kind of tribute continues, their people will face the dilemma of starving to death, the patriarchs of the eight tribes discussed it and decided that it would be better to simply surrender to Datang, although it is still necessary to pay tribute every year, but at least Datang knows what is appropriate and will not force them to death.

"It's really too deceitful." Li Chengqian slammed his small fist on the table, frowned and said to Mo Hui: "Are you really just letting it oppress like this?" Haven't you thought about resisting? ”

Mo Hui was silent for a long time, and after taking a sip of the wine cup, he said in a deep voice: "There is an old saying in the Central Plains: people are poor and short-minded, and horses are thin and long-haired. I, the Khitan people, will not be able to live, and what kind of revenge will I talk about. ”