Chapter 1193 Ma Chao?

The atmosphere of the whole Cheng'an Hall seemed to have been blown by a whirlwind with Cao Tai's sudden words. The expression on everyone's face that originally came to the banquet was suddenly like entering the harsh winter. Looking at Cao Tai's stubborn and upright posture and waiting look, many of the ministers of the Ma family silently raised the wine bottle, with a bright and dark light in their eyes.

The little sheep in the wolf's nest came up and showed the courage to challenge the wolves. It seemed great, but it was ridiculous. Everyone knows that the strong side of this negotiation is the Ma family at home. Therefore, Cao Tai's body gradually began to tremble slightly over time, which also made him understand how unwise it was to anger the bottom line of the Ma family at this time.

Especially the Ma Chao in the right position, he has been in a motionless posture for a long time. A pair of ears didn't seem to hear what Cao Tai said at all, but his two eyes never turned a half, and he had been looking at Cao Tai so quietly and calmly - this kind of motionless oppression, coupled with the hero spirit he had cultivated for many years in charge of the Ma family, became the silence of the whole hall. The fundamental factor of silence.

Even Cao Ang, the heir of the Cao family, who pouted to break the whole deadlock beside Cao Tai, felt an invisible and trembling and imprisoned his courage after seeing Ma Chao's reaction, so that he could only swallow the words that had surged to his throat and say on his pale face. I can't tell what kind of complicated feelings are in his heart.

The strange atmosphere was still permeated, and everyone made their movements extremely lightly, waiting for Ma Chao's reaction. Cao Tai felt that his forehead had dripped into a cold sweat, and also thought of the terrible consequences after Ma Chao suddenly turned his face. Just when Cao Tai felt that the cold sweat on his forehead was about to fall along the tip of his nose on the expensive Persian carpet of Cheng'an Hall, his body gradually couldn't help but begin to tremble uncontrollably. Ma Chao, who was on the throne, suddenly laughed!

Indeed, he smiled without warning, and it was still the kind of ignorant and sincere smile: "Don't be so nervous, it's just a joke... How's it going? Are you scared by me?"

Cao Tai suddenly felt that his heart seemed to have been trampled by 10,000 Xiliang horses. He wanted to shout, kill, and punch the smiling young man's face! But after these thoughts were filtered in his mind and fiercely suppressed by reason, he could only put away the imperial edict stiffly and uglyly and said, "In this way, let's announce the matter of the imperial edict after the two families discuss peace..."

Cao Tai blushed because his performance was very demeaning, and even his words began to stumble. However, the next moment, when he wanted to walk back to the guest table, he found that his performance just now was not bad - due to the high level of mental tension, his joints were stiff. If Cao Ang beside him hadn't held him, I'm afraid he would have fallen directly to the hall.

The spicy and strong liquor entered his throat, and Cao Tai's face regained a little rosy. He tidyed up his appearance slightly and felt that he should not be in the limelight. After all, this confrontation seemed to be super strong, but he still chose to bow to the imperial power of the Han Dynasty. The reason for deliberately delaying this program is that Ma Chao still dares not to tear off the face of the ministers of the Han family!

'In this way, our Cao gave you this opportunity, but you chose to retreat - so, as a result of this confrontation, it was Cao Tai who won!' Cao Tai said to himself in his heart when he drank another glass of liquor.

This psychological hint and alcohol anesthesia are indeed very effective. At this time, Cao Tai looked back at Ma Chao's eyes, and there was a faint sense of condescendingness. He felt that he would achieve a good success in this peace agreement.

Ma Chao did not care about Cao Tai's provocative eyes and clapped his hands. Sixteen maids of honors entered, and the ceremony and music also began to play quietly from the officials. The atmosphere before the whole hall was swept away and soon entered a harmonious atmosphere.

"General Cao is really predestined to come to Chang'an here. I want to enter the friendship of the landlord. Come on, please drink this cup!" The smile is still sincere, and the greeting is also very polite. Cao Tai's response was also very polite. The two suddenly looked at each other and smiled, with a sense of kindness and hatred.

Cao Tai is an elite talent of the next generation of the Cao family, and naturally often attends this kind of virtual scene. The following words were also one after another, which made everyone feel comfortable. It was at this time that Cao Tai suddenly had the feeling of controlling the whole home court, and his full confidence and superiority as a high-level valve of the scholar clan were hidden.

However, to Cao Tai's slight surprise, Ma Chao seemed to be under such a high-sounding official routine. Basically, Cao Tai said a sentence, and he responded, which made people feel that he could not cope with it, nor did he rely on official prestige to suppress Cao Tai. It was completely a discussion between the two young talents. At first, Cao Tai felt that Ma Chao was right and was very close to the theme of peace, but as he just wanted to guide the specific details of the discussion, Ma Chao turned a corner without trace, making Cao Tai embarrassed to pick up his teeth again.

After a few rounds, Cao Tai found that he underestimated the descendants of this Bensevu. His words were watertight, and under the careful taste, every word slipped to the ground. Cao Tai had no choice but to drink another bottle of wine and say directly to the point, "General floated up, today is the peace meeting of the two families. I don't know what the general plans to do about the ownership of Jizhou and the Cao's prisoners of war?"

"Alas..." Ma Chao's tone was very high, and the swing stopped by his right hand was also very large. It seems to complain that Cao Tai raised such a disappointing topic at this time: "General Cao, today is a banquet for peace, but in fact, I want to talk about the friendship between the two families. After these glorious years, the two families have a lot of ups and downs, which can't help but make my sword very excited..."

After saying that, Ma Chao strode to the hall and pulled out the iron sword around his waist and danced. He was born heroic and famous, and he was almost the first man to be a big man. This time, he was dressed in a white brocade and sprinkled it, just like a white crane dancing in the hall, which made people unconsciously fascinated.

But Cao Tai looked at Ma Chao's dancing, but there was no sense of appreciation. In his plan, after winning the first confrontation, he should take advantage of the victory and push Ma Chao to the corner in one fell swoop to solve the peace deal. But Ma Chao obviously realized this, but he didn't talk about peace, which made Cao Tai very suspicious.

'Is it possible that he still has a card that has not been shown and can delay the time?' Cao Tai couldn't help but raise this idea, and under the stimulation of alcohol, the more he thought about it, the more possible it became. But now there is nothing I can do, so I can only hold my breath.

And Cao Tai guessed that it was not wrong at all. Just as Ma Chao danced, Chang'an Zhuque Gate suddenly poured in for a ride. When the poor war horse first arrived at the gate, he foamed and collapsed to the ground, just lifting the knight's head.

But the knight got up and didn't care about his tamped robe. He rushed forward and rushed to the guard of the city and shouted, "Is there a horse?"

"Yes, there is!" The gate ordered his men to bring a bad horse and give it to the man: "We are no better than the south here, and there is no shortage of war horses. Although this horse can't match the general ** good horse, it can also be replaced..." Before the gate was finished, the knight carefully checked the square brocade box on his chest. After confirming that it was correct, he turned over again and left!

"Head... He is on Chang'an Street. What's wrong with you?" Previously, the pawn with a horse looked at the gate order and was so respectful to the man, and couldn't help asking.

"You know nothing!" The gate ordered to turn around and scolded with a smile and said mysteriously, "I ask you, the only team that can stand horses in Chang'an City is the Lord?"

"You, you mean, the person just now, is, dark..." The pawn quickly covered his mouth. He never thought that the mysterious army in his imagination would be so amazing in front of his eyes in a way that he called a begren.

At this time, Duanmu was unknown and full of anger: Lord, I finally understand why all the shadows hate sending things so much. You want to completely reduce my 100 catties of meat!