Jun You Ji Fou

In the ninth year of Yonghe, at the beginning of summer, all things are flourishing, and the trees are densely shaded.

The vast spring hunt ended in a hurry, and the emperor turned back to Chang'an City.After many days, the higher officials in the early court brought up the matter of ceding land with the Xiongnu again, and the attitudes of all the ministers changed significantly.

All the accompanying officials said that they could not form an alliance. Even those who supported Wei Song before were extremely afraid of being accused of collaborating with the enemy and treason.The blood energy accumulated on the jade steps of the Hunting Palace has not yet dissipated, so everyone's words are sonorous and their attitudes are firm.The attitude of the courtiers who remained in the court also changed completely, either vigorously denouncing the Huns, or keeping silent.

Looking up at the government and the public, no one dared to agree with the covenant.

The emperor turned his gaze to the right, and the returned censor came out to salute. The saying is that the Huns have insatiable desires, and doing things with the land is like fighting a fire with salary.In a word, the general trend is set.

The Taiwei took the order and went to reject the Xiongnu mission, sent a small gift to comfort the prince for their hard work, and then sent them away.

Yuwen Falcon sat alone on the ground behind the tent, staring into the distance in a daze.

For the first time in more than 20 years, he mustered up the courage to enter the Wang Tent to recommend himself. He thought that he was the most proficient in Chinese among his brothers.Father Khan's reaction was not too violent, he took a deep breath and ordered him to back down, holding the pipe with the green jade mouth, as if he would be disgusted even if he looked at it again.

Maybe Father Khan didn't place too much hope on him in the first place. After all, the Han general was right, he was the least favored and useless prince.

Yuwen Falcon looks far away, the sky and the earth are vast, and the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep appear. This is the unchanging scene of the grassland for thousands of years.

Since he was a child, he had been thin and weak among the Huns. He couldn't handle a horse, and his ability to shoot arrows was useless. It was normal for him to be looked down upon by his brothers and bullied by others.

At that time, he often hid behind the tent, a small one, inconspicuous, and only one person had discovered him.

His elder brother Yu Wenxiao leaned over, "Who are you, why are you here alone?"

"Yuwen Falcon," he stood up in a panic, with tears still on his face, "I am your ninth brother, but I'm terrible...you probably don't have much impression of me."

"I have no impression," Yu Wenxiao looked at him, "I didn't expect us Huns to have such an aura."

Yuwen Falcon stared at him blankly, not knowing why.Yu Wenxiao pulled him to sit down together, "I just came back from the victory, and everyone in the clan is celebrating, why are you crying?"

After he said everything, Yu Wenxiao smiled happily, and said after a while, "What's the matter, you are not used for fighting on the side of the Han people. It won't be long before the big summer in the south will be ours." Now, you look very smart, if you can’t ride a horse, why don’t you just learn some Chinese, and then help me take care of the group of Han people, how about it?”

Of course it's good.

At that time, Yu Wenxiao returned from a great victory, and the tents were full of his achievements in conquering the three prefectures and twelve counties in Daxia in one fell swoop.

Yu Wenxiao rubbed the top of his head hard, "Then wipe away the tears, our Hun men are all made of iron, what do they look like crying!"

These words were engraved in his heart, even if Yu Wenxiao died in battle five years later, and the body was still shrouded in horse leather, he did not shed tears, but swallowed it with blood.

Yuwen Falcon looked around among the weeping crowd, Yuwen Xiao's body was tightly wrapped, and no trace could be seen.He wanted to go forward, but his father Khan chased him away angrily, turned around and cremated him, letting the ashes fly all over the sky with the wind.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, and the gray dust spread between his fingers, leaving nothing.

Eight years later, Yuwen Falcon finally learned the truth from a strange Han population.

No wonder the recovered corpse looked like this. It turned out that his hero was covered with scars, his bones were half broken, his eye sockets were hollow, and his hero was no longer human.

It turned out that his hero was so unbearable before he died, it turned out that his hero had betrayed, it turned out that his hero... was so tortured.

his hero.

"Why are you here alone?"

Yuwen Falcon suddenly came back to his senses, turned his head to look, "The emperor..."

The man stood in front of him with a smile, his face was gentle like a Han person, "What's the matter, Your Highness?"

"It's nothing." Yuwen Falcon lost his expression and stood up, "I recognize you, you are Father Khan's distinguished guest."

The man smiled, "Your Highness is in a bad mood because of the failure of the peace talks with Daxia?" He didn't wait for Yuwen Falcon's answer, and continued: "I told Khan earlier that there are two people, Chu Mingyun and Su Shiyu , this peace talk is doomed to fail. It's a pity that Khan refused to listen to me, but went to touch this nail, no wonder your Royal Highness."

"What do you mean?"

"Of course it is to attack and take it."

Yuwen Falcon looked at him, "You are clearly a Han Chinese."

"Yes, I'm Han." The man smiled, "I want to come to discuss a business with Khan, but it's a pity that Khan has delayed for so long and sent you, His Royal Highness, to negotiate peace. It seems that he doesn't intend to agree to me."

"Is your behavior ... considered treason?" Yuwen Falcon asked.

"You can't say that," the man smiled. "It's just a means to achieve the goal. It's just a little exchange. It's beneficial to both parties. Why not do it?"

"You also said that Father Khan doesn't intend to agree to you," Yuwen Falcon had no intention of talking any more, "you should think about it for yourself."

"Chu Mingyun and Su Shiyu," the man said suddenly, "Has His Royal Highness seen these two people in Daxia?"

Yuwen Falcon stopped walking and looked up at him.

"It seems that you don't like these two people very much," the man smiled. "It's quite difficult to deal with, isn't it?"

"I don't feel anything about that doctor Yu Shi, he looks gentle and has no real ability," Yuwen Sun said, "and that Chu Mingyun..." He gritted his teeth slightly and stopped continuing.

The man lowered his voice, "Don't you want to kill him?"

Yuwen Falcon was stunned, a wild fire burned in his chest, the pain could not be suppressed, and he hated every word, "I want to."

Think, want to kill him.

The man paid the price, avenged his insult and his hero.

"Then go and kill him."

Yuwen Falcon took a deep breath and tried to calm down a bit, "It's useless for you to persuade me, Father Khan won't care about my words."

The man smiled softly, "Khan is old, and naturally he doesn't want to fight without ambition." He paused, staring at Yuwen Falcon and said, "But you are different, Your Highness, you are still young."

In Taiwei's mansion.

Chu Mingyun put down his chopsticks, held a cup of tea in his hands, and glanced at the people who were eating happily.

"Du Yue," Chu Mingyun rarely called his name, "What do you think of Su Shiyu treating me?"

"My cousin is very nice to everyone." Du Yue stared at the sweet and sour pork ribs without thinking.

"Which one asked others, what I asked was right to me."

"You still have the nerve to ask?" Du Yue was going to snort coldly, but when he caught Chu Mingyun's gaze, he abruptly turned a soft bend. He rubbed his nose and said in a muffled voice, "I wonder if I expressed Why didn't brother kill you when there were few people?"

"..."

Is this what his pharmacist should say?

"How to say?" Chu Mingyun asked.

"Your personality is too bad. My cousin hasn't touched you for so long. It seems that his self-cultivation is really high."

Chu Mingyun frowned slightly, but did not answer.

Du Yue thought he didn't believe it, so he emphasized it to him seriously, "Don't you really feel that you are particularly short of draws? I told you that if I couldn't beat you, I would have thought many times..."

Chu Mingyun glanced at him, "What do you want?"

Du Yue's words were stuck in his throat, he glanced at the empty seat beside Qin Zhao, coughed and changed the subject immediately, "It's nothing, nothing. Umm... that... Oh right, why did you ask this? "

Chu Mingyun pressed his fingers against his chin, and slowly smiled when he heard the words, "Because he is my sweetheart."

Du Yue lost his hand and dropped the teacup on the ground.

The maidservant in Tsing Yi rushed forward to clean it up, then retreated.

Du Yue scratched his head, suddenly had an epiphany, and pointed at him, "Damn it! Do you want me to call you cousin sister-in-law Chu! To take advantage of me, you are so insane! Just give up and I will..."

Chu Mingyun looked at him with quiet eyes.

Du Yue slowly put down his hand, "You...you don't..."

Chu Mingyun smiled very lightly, "Why can't it be?"

Du Yue was in a daze for a while, and finally calmed down, hesitantly said: "I'm serious, I think... you... it's better not to like my cousin..."

Chu Mingyun laughed slowly, "Why, if I snatch him away, I will leave you alone?"

"No." Du Yue stared at him seriously, "It's useless if you like him."

Du Yue struggled to organize his words, "It's not about you, it's my cousin. Cousin doesn't seem like the kind of person who likes anything. I haven't seen him show that he likes anything since he was a child. He eats and plays. It’s like he’s proficient in temperament, but that’s because my aunt likes the piano, not my cousin himself.” After he was silent for a while, he frowned and said reluctantly: “It’s like he seems to be quite I like the way I look, but it's only because he and I are blood relatives, if not, he probably wouldn't treat me so special..."

The so-called heartless and desireless.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Chu Mingyun interrupted him.

"...It's impossible for him to like you." Du Yue said, "Only talking about you throwing away the jade pendant, it stands to reason that you shouldn't even think about entering the Su family's door, but my cousin still seems to treat you as a fool." My friend, this is already very good. Really, this is enough, you better give up as soon as possible, otherwise you will definitely be sad."

"Finished?" Chu Mingyun said casually.

"En." Du Yue nodded.

"Continue to eat after talking."

"Hello—?!" Du Yue was stunned, "What kind of reaction is this? What are you thinking?"

"What do you think?" Chu Mingyun tilted his head slightly, seeing his eyes reflected in the blue tea, and suddenly laughed softly, "Whether he has me in his heart and whether I have him in his heart are two different things."