Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

Ning Fan shook his head and said, "You just said you were against forming an alliance with the Huns. Why?"

Hu Yanzhuo gasped and stretched out his hand towards Ning Fan: "Your Highness, give me a bowl of kumiss first. I'm scared... I want belly meat."

Ning Fan waved his hand and said, "There's no kumiss, just my Dakang's rice wine! If you want to eat meat, I'll give you mutton."

Some guards brought rice wine and meat from the tent, and Hu Yanzhuo stuffed it into his mouth with big mouthfuls. A large piece of meat was eaten cleanly in the blink of an eye.

Ning Fan also noticed that this guy ate meat, especially fat meat.

A large lump of sheep tail oil weighing two kilograms was actually swallowed by this guy in two mouthfuls.

"Your Highness, if you kill me now, I can become a dead ghost."

Hu Yanzhuo wiped his mouth with a satisfied look on his face.

Ning Fan did not speak, but looked at Hu Yanzhuo coldly.

Hu Yanzhuo felt a little uncomfortable, so he took the initiative to say: "The reason why I am most opposed to the alliance between the Jurchens and the Huns is that my father Khan said when he was alive that the Jurchens and the Huns will never form an alliance! The Huns are Wolves are the most ferocious beasts on the grassland! With them, the Jurchens will only lose!"

Ning Fan laughed and said: "You do have some insight! Don't you feel that your lips are dying and your teeth are cold? If there is no Dakang, do you think the Jurchens can withstand the iron hoof of the Huns?"

"Will they really keep their promise and share the world equally with you Jurchens?"

Facing Ning Fan's ridicule, Hu Yanzhuo didn't find it funny at all. He said angrily: "I understand this truth, but it's a pity that many people within the Jurchens don't understand! Moreover, these people have mastered the Jurchens s right!"

"Your Highness, tell me, is this a bad thing?"

"I am not your Jurchens, and I will not make decisions for you! But what I can tell you is that once you Jurchens come to oppose Dakang, then Dakang will first destroy the Jurchens! Kill you all, The country will be destroyed and the species will be extinct!”

Ning Fan's eyes were like glaciers.

At this time, Hu Yanzhuo saw Ning Fan's sharp eyes and was so frightened that he felt as if he had fallen into an ice hole.

He suddenly felt that compared with the well-off prince in front of him, the young Jurchen royal family was simply Mianyang!

This well-off prince has sharper eyes than the Khan of the Huns and a sense of oppression, as if he can control everything.

"Give him a horse, some food and water, and let him roll."

Ning Fan waved his hand.

The guards brought food and water, and indeed horses.

With the lessons learned from last time, Chen Yuanqing did not say anything to stop him this time, but just looked at Ning Fan curiously.

"Your Highness, you won't kill me?"

Hu Yanzhuo looked in disbelief.

Ning Fan shook his head and said: "It only takes one knife to kill you, and your body and soul will perish, just like a sheep boiling in a pot, dissipating into the heaven and earth."

Hu Yanzhuo shivered and felt a rush of heat in his crotch.

The death described by Ning Fan was really terrible.

"The Jurchens are not Huns. You'd better do your duty! Go back and tell your tribe to withdraw from Yunzhou within three days, otherwise they will all be killed."

Ning Fan issued an ultimatum to Hu Yanzhuo.

When Hu Yanzhuo heard that Ning Fan was about to let him go, he calmed down, and a smile appeared on his fat face: "Your Highness raided the tribe to kill people to establish prestige! Your Highness let me go because he planned to let me go back to lobby. do you mean this?"

"You talk so much nonsense. If you don't leave, I'll really keep you to make lamp oil later."

Ning Fan threatened.

Hu Yanzhuo was no longer afraid at all. He shook his head and said: "His Royal Highness King Qing of Dakang, you are the eagle in the sky, and you will definitely achieve great things in the future! Unfortunately, the Jurchens are not united within themselves, and I am not sure that I can convince them."

"Then since you don't have any, you might as well stay and make lamp oil."

Ning Fan lowered his face.

Hu Yanzhuo waved his hand and said: "I will not withdraw from Yunzhou. I plan to take the eighteen tribes to join His Highness."

"What do you mean? Eat my food, drink my food, call me daddy and that's it? Do you think I'm stupid and rich, or do you think I'm young and easy to deceive?"

Ning Fan chuckled.

Hu Yanzhuo shook his head like a rattle: "Your Highness, Yunzhou is so big, and the eighteen tribes total only 20,000 people. With your broad mind, can you really not tolerate the poor people?"

"You don't need to flatter me or give me a high hat. This time I slaughtered two of your tribes. Do you think they don't hold grudges? If you stay in Yunzhou, you might bite me back."

Ning Fan shook his head. He didn't believe a single punctuation mark of Hu Yanzhuo's words.

This damn fat guy is full of evil.

His head is as big as a bucket, and he's really good at scheming.

"No, no, no, we Jurchens will never remember hatred, we will only respect the strong!"

Hu Yanzhuo shook his head like a rattle with a sincere look on his face.

"Tsk, tsk, with your body, you actually sleep with three women in your arms at night?"

Ning Fan circled around Hu Yanzhuo.

Hu Yanzhuo's face turned red after being told that, and he quickly explained: "It's too cold in the mountains, and the tent is also cold! Those three women are the human flesh quilts that keep me warm."

"I haven't known what women are like for three months. You have three of them. I'll chop you up first."

Chen Yuanqing was furious after hearing this.

After all the fun, Ning Fan's purpose of keeping Hu Yanzhuo was actually very simple. He wanted to exchange this little fat man for something from the Jurchen.

Letting him go easily would be impossible.

Now after hearing Hu Yanzhuo's words, Ning Fan immediately understood that he had found a treasure.

This little fat man is a rare smart man.

"Dakang is in a very difficult situation now. It is beset with internal and external difficulties. Once the Huns march in, the next target of the Huns will be you Jurchens!"

Ning Fan said deliberately.

Hu Yanzhuo became nervous as expected: "Probably not, Dakang is so powerful, at most he and the Huns will both suffer losses!"

This sentence revealed the Jurchens' true intentions.

The alliance with the Huns may be true, but to really attack Dakang together with the Huns, I believe the Jurchens are not that stupid, that is, they will dig a hole and bury themselves.

"Let me ask you, when Dakang was at his most powerful, did he drive you all to death?"

Ning Fan asked.

Hu Yanzhuo shook his head and said: "During the fifty years when Dakang was at its strongest, we Jurchens were also very united and our lives were very stable."

"Do you know why?"

"Because we, Dakang, are not warlike or cruel... Think about it, when we were most powerful, we didn't do anything to you, and we won't do anything to you in the future. But if Dakang is gone, you can decide what will happen to you. "

"If the Huns don't make you bacon and feed it to the wolves, it's because your ancestors have blessed you."

Ning Fan sneered.

After some words, the truth was finally revealed, and Hu Yanzhuo showed a look of surprise on his face: "Your Highness, please let me go back. I will properly convey your words to the king!"