Sima Yi squeezed out a smile and said, "Since that's the case, then we'll withdraw our troops. The King of Yan is a man who values ​​trust and righteousness. He promises a thousand gold. He should be loyal to the State of Wei forever. The king will not doubt his ministers, and the ministers will not let down the king. The King of Yan can take care of himself."

Gongsun Xiu also smiled kindly and said, "Don't worry, Sima Gong, you know that we value faith and righteousness will not let others down. The Han Dynasty has passed away. The saint came out of Cao. He kowtowed with the ministers of Yan State day and night, hoping that the Lord of Wei would unify the world as soon as possible."

He was sure that Sima Yi did not dare to fight for this matter. Keeping a hostage means giving someone a handle. He didn't want a thorn to keep stuck, so he simply broke the can and gave it up. The hostage can be given to you, but this is the name of rebellion in the future.

If you want to try it, you can give it a try.

Sima Yi returned without success at this time and faced the risk of military power being taken back. He did not dare to continue fighting, so as not to affect the Sima family's status in the court. Both sides consciously controlled their personal emotions. Negotiating and claiming to surrender naturally became smooth.

After pursuing the second step, Gongsun Xiu lifted up his brush and wrote a hand to lower his watch. He saw the cursive script with dragons and phoenixes flying in the hand, and the ink was dripping from the pen that made everyone shake their heads secretly. Even Sima Yi was puzzled: "He doesn't look like a person who is very knowledgeable about words. How could he not even write the words? Could it be that he did it on purpose?"

Everyone knew that Gongsun Xiu couldn't even grasp the brush, let alone write. The handwriting was sloppy and crooked, and the ink as big as beans made the watch messy.

After finally finishing writing, Gongsun Xiu threw away the pen and said with a smile: "The task is done."

Sima Yi ordered people to put away the surrender watch and smiled and said, "The calligraphy of King Yan is really unique."

How could Gongsun Xiu not hear his ridicule, and shook his head and said, "I dare not, I dare not. Your country has Zhong Yao, and I dare not compare myself."

Sima Yi just took a casual handful. Unexpectedly, this boy was so arrogant. He was amused and nodded, "Shier, take out the original works of Dingling Marquis that he treasured for his father and give them to the King of Yan."

Sima Shi was shocked and could only order the soldiers to return to the camp to get it. After a while, he brought a copybook.

Sima Yi said calmly: "This is the original work of Dingling Hou. Since King Yan is a person who is good at writing, it is better to leave this copybook and copy it frequently, which may be of great benefit."

Dingling Hou was Zhong Yao, who was once the leader of the Three Dukes, and had a prominent reputation. In particular, his calligraphy was as famous as Wang Xizhi, and was collectively known as "King Zhong".

Gongsun Xiu took it with a smile, thinking that this is a treasure, and said with a smile: "Thanks to Sima Gong, Sima Gong is truly a person with great virtue and blessings. If he learns one or two of the "Zhongshu", he will send it to Sima Gong for a review."

Sima Yi thought to himself: "Often a Sima thief is always accustomed to him, but now he gets the benefits." He bowed and smiled and said, "If the King of Yan has such a good mood, I will definitely accompany you."

The two of them exchanged greetings again.

At this time, the sun was rising, and it was rare to seep out of the sun. The weather was warm and water began to seep out of the ice surface under your feet. Although it did not melt, you always feel dangerous when standing on the ice surface.

Gongsun Xiu finished all the procedures, burned incense and sacrificed the sky on the ice, and finally stood up, pulled out a feathered arrow from the arrow bag, held it up with both hands, and whispered loudly: "I took the sky as evidence, the earth as the alliance, and the Liaoshui as the oath. If I violated this oath, there would be such an arrow!"

After saying that, he pressed his hands outwards, and with a "pop", the wooden feather arrow was folded in half.

Gongsun Xiu threw two broken arrows on the ground and smiled and said, "Sima Gong, can you feel at ease now?"

The feather arrows were broken into two halves and threw them on the ground. They were stationed on both sides of Yan, and nearly 100,000 people from both sides of Wei were cheering and excited, with joy on their faces.

This arrow breaks, which means the war is over.

Gongsun Xiu turned his horse's head and looked back at the enemy and us on both sides of the Taiwan Strait in circles. Although the enemy was ecstatic, the soldiers of the Yan army were also full of joy and were not depressed or painful.

He realized for a moment that for the lower class, who is the emperor and who is in power, it doesn’t care about who is in power. No matter what era it is, the end of the war is the best. Even the peasant war for thousands of years cannot be considered a peasant war in the strict sense.

Because most of the insurrections dominated by the war did not belong to the peasant class.

Sima Yi nodded calmly and smiled, "Yes, from then on, Wei State was the sect leader of Yan State, and the two ministers stopped their troops and made peace the most important. The King of Yan will be lucky to meet again in the future."

“See you goodbye.”

The two said goodbye to each other on the Liao River. Sima Yi turned his horse's head and retreated alone to the north shore. The Wei army's rear army was the front army, and the front army was the rear army, retreating in an orderly manner.

Gongsun Xiu sat on the horse's back, and the huge rock hanging in his heart also fell, thinking to himself: "The old thief Sima has finally left. If this old thief is not dead, Liaodong will be in peace. Now he can finally concentrate on governing Liaodong."

Looking into the distance, Sima Yi's army gradually faded away. He thought to himself: "Sima Yi's Liaodong battle was more than 30,000 troops, which cost more than 30,000 people, and the supporters in the court would be disappointed. Cao Rui is probably only left to breathe a sigh of relief. If the old Sima thief doesn't run back quickly, he will not even be able to rank the orphan ministers."

Jia Fan walked from behind and whispered: "Your Majesty, it's time to go back."

Gongsun Xiu woke up from his dream and nodded, "Let's go."

Everyone returned to Xiangping. Although they were vain in this battle, none of them felt depressed. Instead, they rush to celebrate and tell each other.

This battle was nominally lost, but actually won.

Since the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Liaodong has become a shelter, far away from the Middle Earth, without war for many years, and has become a quiet and peaceful fertile land. It is also the main war zone far away from the late Eastern Han Dynasty, which was not destroyed in the warlord melee and attracted refuge. The sparse population of Liaodong was solid, so Gongsun Du was able to use this to empower Zhang Haidong.

On that day, Xiangping Banquet.

Gongsun Xiu rewarded merits and gave the rewards that everyone should be promoted. Among them, the four men, Jia Fan, Lunzhi, Yang Zuo and Bei Yan, were all promoted.

Deng Ai also participated in the banquet, but he was one of the surrendered soldiers of the Wei State and had no meritorious service. He had to bow his head and drink. The ministers from Liaodong also deliberately excluded him.

Gongsun Xiu saw his mood and ordered his personal soldiers to summon him to the front. Deng Ai did not doubt that he was there, so he hurried forward and whispered: "Master, are you looking for me?"

He shook his head and smiled: "Do you miss your relatives in your hometown?"

Deng Ai nodded bitterly.

Gongsun Xiudao: "Tomorrow I will send a secret team to take your relatives from the State of Wei and place them here."

He paused and said, "Shi Zai, you have just arrived in Liaodong and have not made any military achievements, so everyone is looking down on him. When they see your ability in the future, that's fine."

Deng Ai clenched the corner of his clothes excitedly and nodded, "Your Majesty... Don't worry, I will do my best to help Liaodong."

Gongsun Xiu said "um" and he knew very well that according to historical records, if Deng Ai's life was divided into two halves, the first half was from 40 years old to half, and he basically spent the military farm. It was not until Sima Yi's promotion that he was able to show his talent.

Deng Ai's strategy of farming allowed Wei to eat enough food in the later wars, and the strategy of smuggling through Yinping in the war against Shu was a masterpiece in the history of war.
Chapter completed!