Helianzhen put down the wine glass, frowned, and looked at Mo Jingli and said, "I don't know what King Li is thinking about when I made a proposal before?" Mo Jingli pondered without saying a word. It was not that he deliberately wanted to adjust Helian's real appetite. Helianzhen really suggested that Mo Jingli was naturally moved, but it was not so easy to make a decision to start a full war with the Ding Palace. Even now Mo Jingli has already firmly held the entire Jiangnan in his hand, he could not guarantee that if he wanted to start a war with the Ding Palace, how many civil and military people in the court would support him.

Looking at Mo Jingli's hesitant appearance, Helian Peng knew that Mo Jingli was not unhappy, but that the bait he gave was not big enough. With Mo Jingli's nature, as long as the temptation was big enough, he would never consider whether to be an enemy of the Ding Palace or the God.

After a moment of silence, Helian Zhen said in a deep voice: "King Li, I am not invisible. I went to see the King of Xiling Town South before I came to Nanjing." Mo Jingli was stunned, narrowed his eyes and looked at Helian Zhen and said: "What does General Helian mean?"

Helian Zhen smiled and said, "This time I really want to form an alliance with King Li and King Zhennan. And I have already talked about King Zhennan. As long as King Li is willing to form an alliance to send troops, King Zhennan can give up some of the benefits..."

Hearing this, Mo Jingli's eyes flashed slightly. His expression did not change. Instead, he sneered: "Really form an alliance? I'm afraid that Beirong can't stand it by being beaten by the Ding Palace?" A trace of anger flashed in Helianzhen's eyes, but he pressed back in an instant, staring at Mo Jingli and said: "The current battle with the Ding Palace is not good at Beirong, but King Li said he couldn't stand it, but it may not be necessary. My Beirong's soldiers are strong, and even now there are nearly one million soldiers in the territory of Da Chu. Reinforcements from Beirong can arrive at any time. What's more... what's the benefit of my Beirong's defeat to King Li?"

Mo Jingli's face was very ugly. If the Northern Rong was driven out of the north by Mo Xiuyao, I was afraid that the strength of the Ding Prince's Mansion would become stronger and stronger. And from then on, the Ding Prince's Mansion would occupy the entire northern region. After all, the Ding Prince's Mansion had already broken up with the Great Chu. The Great Chu threw the North to the Northern Rong and the Northern Frontier, and then the Ding Prince's Mansion pacified the Northern Frontier and drove out the Northern Rong. These places naturally had nothing to do with the Great Chu and Mo Jingli.

After being silent for a long time, Mo Jingli said in a deep voice: "If you form an alliance with Beirong and Xiling, no one in the Chu court will agree." This is also what Mo Jingli is most worried about. Xiling and Beirong occupied the land of Da Chu, and the Da Chu court did not expel the enemy and restore the rivers and mountains. Instead, the Beirong and Xiling formed an alliance with the Mo family army, which was really a bit criticized.

Helian Zhen laughed and said, "I believe that these little things are bound to stop King Li. I just look at King Li... I want to defeat Mo Xiuyao and destroy the Ding Palace."

Mo Jingli was silent, but his mind was already moving fast. He naturally wanted to defeat Mo Xiuyao. From childhood to adulthood, he dreamed that he would stomp Mo Xiuyao hard under his feet. Even though his current status was no less than Mo Xiuyao, he still seemed to be lower in front of him. So he always longed to be able to truly step on Mo Xiuyao under his feet one day and be able to regain everything that should have belonged to him.

If Beirong was really defeated by Mo Xiuyao, Lei Zhenting was old and it seemed that Lei Tengfeng would not be able to become a rival to Mo Xiuyao. I am afraid that Lei Zhenting would be defeated by Mo Xiuyao as soon as he went to Xiling. At that time, he would be unable to support himself, but he would never have a chance to flip... And now, if the three coalition forces were in the forefront, Mo Xiuyao had the ability to go all the way, and he would never be able to resist the two or three million troops of the Three Kingdoms at the same time. Then the chance of victory was still very high.

Helian Zhen smiled and looked at Mo Jingli's sometimes hesitant and sometimes entangled appearance, and said with a smile: "The King of Zhennan has promised that as long as King Li agrees to send troops, he will immediately withdraw his troops from Guangling City and the four states heading north. This is to give King Li's sincerity, and also to allow King Li's troops to pass with confidence. What does King Li think?"

Mo Jingli held the wine glass in his hand tightly, and even the fragrance of chrysanthemum wine spread on his hands did not notice it.

"Why should King Li be so hesitant? When you three sides defeat the Ding Palace, the Great Chu can return the capital of Chu Jing. All the losses of His Highness, His Highness, will come back, and even His Highness, His Highness, can get more." Helian Zhen stared at Mo Jingli calmly and said constantly.

Mo Jingli gritted his teeth, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "Okay, I promised General Helian to be. Da Chu... I will send troops north soon!"

Helian Peng was overjoyed, and didn't care about the dull chrysanthemum wine in the cup. He raised his glass and smiled: "Since that's the case, I wish our army success first and eliminate the Mo family army in one fell swoop?" Mo Jingli remained silent, but just raised his head and poured all the American wine in the cup into his mouth. Looking at him like this, Helian Zhen finally burst into laughter.

In the garden, among the colorful chrysanthemums with different postures, countless young men, princes, grandsons, and beautiful women were reciting poems in the garden, laughing and talking in succession. Ye Li held a pen and wrote a poem about chrysanthemums on rice paper.

"The rustling west wind is full of the yard, the cold fragrance of the stamens is hard to come. If I am the Qing Emperor in another year, I will give you the same place as the peach blossoms."

Slowly put the last stroke, and Helian Zhenming's smug laughter came to his ears. Ye Li put his pen to smile and said with a faint smile: "It seems that the negotiation has been completed."
Chapter completed!