Linzhi

He Zhan had been preparing for this moment of the day for a long time.

Jia Luo is not a weak person with no power to restrain a chicken. Not only is he not, he grew up on the grassland since he was a child, and he was exposed to riding and shooting earlier than He Zhan, and his skill and strength have advantages over the Central Plains people.

Princess Zhending and He Rong did not pin all their hopes on He Zhan alone. During the past month or so, they made every effort and careful arrangements.

For example, the wine Jia Luo drank the day before was different from the wine he usually drank.

Really deadly poisons are difficult to get casually, and they are now under strict surveillance, and all abnormalities will be discovered quickly, so as early as more than a month ago, Princess Zhending sent people to Yanqi City, through her own in Yanqi City The eyeliner, pretending to be a businessman, contacted Hu merchants, took them to the royal court to do business, and sold Jia Luo the special wine of the Western Regions.

The concentration of this kind of wine is higher than that of ordinary wine, the taste is more mellow and rich, and it is naturally more intoxicating. Because the quantity is limited, Jia Luo is not willing to give it to his subordinates, so he asks people to put it away.

Just yesterday, that is, the day before the succession ceremony, Princess Zhending deliberately sent someone to interrupt and make trouble, causing the person in charge of the wine storehouse to accidentally break a few cans of wine. After coming out to drink, strong wine and the new Khan who will become the Western Turkic Khan, even with Jia Luo's drinking capacity, he was even more drunk than usual.

This is the reason why his hangover is not over today, and his reaction is a little slow.

Of course, his sanity is still clear, and his response is as usual, but this slightly slower than usual slowness is enough for He Zhan.

He still remembers that when he was in the Imperial Forest Army, he once heard a lecture from the general Cheng Yue, saying that when fighting the enemy, the situation is dangerous, the situation is very close, and it is extremely urgent. The key to victory or defeat is not reaction, not skill, but determination .Throughout the ages, there have been many assassinations, assassinations, and sneak attacks. The bad thing is that the assassins didn't have the determination to hit every shot.

For more than a month, He Zhan practiced this key move together with Chen Qian in the tent when he had nothing to do. Although there was only one move, it took him more than a month. , he made different adjustments, and later, no matter how Chen Qian changed his moves or reacted, he could not escape He Zhan's attack.

At this moment, Jia Luo was stunned for a moment, feeling drunk, and took two steps back, but then he reacted, his body turned slightly to the right, narrowly avoiding the dagger stabbed by He Zhan, but the sharp blade still struck The clothes on his chest were torn, and Jia Luo vaguely felt the pain of the skin being cut, but he didn't care much, and hurriedly backed away.

Around the two of them, there were either envoys from various parties or Turkic guards. He Zhan could only take advantage of a short moment to kill Jia Luo by the knife before everyone had time to react, otherwise once the others reacted , Two fists are no match for four palms, He Zhan can only die.

He Zhan understood this very well, and Jia Luo knew it even more. He let out a roar, and stretched out his hand to grab He Zhan's dagger-holding wrist, trying to twist it off.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and it seemed that even He Zhan couldn't dodge. His arm was grabbed abruptly and folded in the opposite direction. With a click, Jia Luo even heard the sound of bones breaking.

Jia Luo smiled triumphantly, and subconsciously relaxed his defense for a moment.

But at this very moment, He Zhan strangled Jia Luo's neck with his other arm, and another dagger slipped out of the opponent's sleeve, pressed against Jia Luo's neck, strangled him, blocked him in front of him, and shot at everyone who thought about it. The person who was going to save Jia Luo shouted: "Don't move!"

Too bad, the other party is actually left-handed!

Jia Luo realized this, but it was too late. There was a sharp pain in his neck, and blood gushed out, soaked the dagger, and then slid down his neck into his collar, warm and sticky.

This series of actions, from the sudden occurrence to the present, is only in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and those Turkic guards who were about to rush forward were also stunned halfway, and some even fell because of too much momentum.

At this moment, He Rong shouted: "Before Moli Khan died, he clearly ordered that the position of Khan should be succeeded by Prince Luji, with Princess Zhending as his assistant. Your position, the envoy of our Great Heavenly Dynasty is here to assist Prince Lu Ji in punishing evil and eradicating traitors, if you still don’t lay down your arms and surrender, Prince Lu Ji is benevolent and kind, and is willing to let the past go!"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, at a loss what to do, Liangguo envoy shouted: "Don't listen to his nonsense, quickly send him..."

Before he finished speaking, he screamed and fell forward. Everyone saw a dagger stuck in his back, and a large bloodstain instantly passed out, and he was already out of breath.

It was a Turkic guard who was mixed in the crowd.

At the same time, the sound of horseshoes came from far to near. When everyone looked back, they saw three teams of cavalry galloping towards them in three directions, and soon surrounded the crowd watching the ceremony.

He Rong said loudly: "Princess Zhending and Prince Luji's soldiers and horses have already surrounded this place. Those who know the current affairs should surrender quickly. The princess will never blame the past. If she is still obsessed with it, she will end up like this envoy of the Liang Kingdom!"

Before today, Jia Luo strictly guarded against death, and he eradicated all the people who were close to Princess Zhending one by one. However, Princess Zhending has not been in Turkic for nothing these years, and still keeps a small number of people, lurking in various places in the royal court. Although these people cannot gain an overwhelming advantage, their appearance can play a key role when He Zhan has already taken Jia Luo.

Links are interlocked, and one is indispensable.

What's more, among the three cavalry teams, He Rong's 100 men and horses were also mixed in.

These hundred or so people have gone through these days of tempering, and they are very different from when they came out of Chang'an.

Their faces were cold and serious, their eyes were like torches. They came galloping just now and killed many resisting Turkic soldiers on the way. At this time, their swords were bloody and murderous. No one would doubt their combat effectiveness.

After He Rong, Princess Zhending also said loudly: "Gara is cruel and easy to kill, and has no humanity. Since he became the Western Turkic Yehu, how many people died at his hands in each tribe, you can think for yourself. Think! In the past month or so, he has killed more than a dozen Han Chinese slaves! You may think that it is not surprising that he is just a slave, but he can kill a slave today, but he will kill a slave tomorrow. I can kill you!"

With a clang, it is unknown who threw the long knife in his hand to the ground first.

Like a signal, many weapons were discarded one after another.

One person stepped forward and bowed to Princess Zhending to salute: "In the name of the Chiyixi tribe, I swear allegiance to the princess and the prince!"

He Rong remembered that Princess Zhending said that the elder brother of the chief of the Chiyixi tribe had died at the hands of Jia Luo.

Immediately afterwards, several tribes bowed their heads to Princess Zhending.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Eastern Turkic envoy wanted to withdraw quietly, but was soon stopped by Xue Tan who had been eyeing him for a long time.

More and more tribes declared their allegiance. Princess Zhending's men confiscated their weapons and tied up Jia Luo's people one by one.

Jia Luo was tightly strangled by He Zhan, his eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe all this, Princess Zhending raised her hand, and four Turkic guards rushed forward to take Jia Luo down.

Only then did He Zhan let go of his hand, but Jia Luo didn't resist, and was held down by four people and held down on the ground, motionless.

One of them reached out to feel his breath and pulse, and then shouted: "Princess, Jia Luo is dead!"

With a bang, this sentence was like the last straw, crushing those loyalists all at once, and even the Turkic minister who had firmly supported Jialuo, his expression changed drastically, as if he was mourning.

Panting for breath, He Zhan took two steps back and managed to stand still. His left hand became sore and limp after exerting too much force, and his whole body seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He was only holding on with his last breath.

He realized that he had used too much force just now, and he didn't know whether it was because the dagger penetrated too deep, causing Jia Luo to lose too much blood, or because he didn't grasp the strength well with his arm, and strangled him to death.

Only then did He Zhan feel the severe pain from his right arm, his face turned pale instantly, a lot of sweat came out from his back, he shook slightly, and fell sideways involuntarily.

A pair of arms held him in time.

He Zhan knew who it was without looking up.

Such warmth, such timely, must be the third brother, and only the third brother.

"Don't move, Xue Tan is going to call the medical officer!" He Rong's voice was calm and powerful, and He Zhan felt that his heart that had been hanging was finally let go.

Then he was very humiliated and passed out in the third brother's arms.

Princess Zhending also breathed a sigh of relief.

Jia Luo, this Turkic man who was as vicious as a vulture, fell like a meteor before he could become a hero like Fu Nian Khan of East Turkic.

But his fall was a great blessing to Princess Zhending, Prince Luji, He Rong and He Zhan, and even the Central Plains Dynasty.

Princess Zhending looked at the black head in front of the king's tent, and at those people who bowed their heads to her, and suddenly realized that from today onwards, she will become the most powerful person in Western Turks.

Departing from Chang'an decades ago, all the way from Yangliu Chui'an to Huangsha Manlong, such hesitation and pain seemed to be still in front of her eyes. She once thought that she would spend the rest of her life in Western Turkic misery, and with those who could die in Chang'an, The sisters who have been rich and honored for a lifetime are different.

But now, her sisters have long been lost in the long river of time with the collapse of the dynasty, but she has survived and has come to this day.

The king's flag beside the king's tent fluttered, and Princess Zhending walked towards the king's tent step by step, stepping on the blood flowed by Jialuo, towards the throne he was going to sit on just now, even Prince Luji automatically felt half a step behind.

Since God never forsakes her, she must live a life so that those who once underestimated her, belittled her, and felt that women are inherently inferior will all prostrate themselves at her feet, just like Jia Luo.

She stopped in front of He Rong, and said: "Thanks to the help of the envoy from the Celestial Dynasty, the rebel Jia Luo was killed. To express my gratitude, I also invite the envoy to enter the account with me and sit on the seat of honor."

At this time, He Zhan had been taken down by Xue Tan and the medical officer for treatment. He Rong stood up, and there was still some blood on his body, which was stained by Jia Luo on He Zhan just now, and it accidentally fell on his body. On the clothes, but this does not damage He Rong's own bearing at all.

He slightly bowed his head towards Princess Zhending: "Thank you for the gift, Princess, please."

Perhaps the envoys of several small countries in the Western Regions were still very unfamiliar with this Central Plains Han who had to rely on bamboo sticks to walk, with one foot deep and one foot shallow, but those around Princess Zhending and Prince Luji did not dare to underestimate him at all. It is even more clear that if there is no He Rong, whether the princess can reverse the situation today is still unclear.

This young man brought an opportunity to the princess, and even contributed to the flames, helping the princess ascend to the regent position of Western Turkic. Hongyan knew that from this day on, the princess' future in Western Turkic would be completely different.

And all of this is inseparable from the help of He Rong, He Zhan, and the Central Plains people they brought.

Will such an outstanding person with courage and strategy stay in Western Turkic for a long time?

Xuan's father can still be afraid of future generations, and his husband should not be young.

For some reason, these two poems suddenly appeared in Hongyan's heart.

The wind comes in the clouds, and the wind is surging.

The author has something to say:

He Rong: Are you happy with this chapter?

He Zhan: I'm not happy.