[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

The terrain in the east of the river is easy to defend but difficult to attack.

It is a barrier for the capital.

Taking advantage of the favorable terrain to block the invincible Hei Jia for several months, he finally blocked the car with his arms.

It wasn't until the news of the emperor's personal conquest reached Hedong that morale was greatly boosted.

Jizhou is the east fortress, separated from the Northwest Army by a dangerous river.

The loess is piled up, and the yellow sand is all over the sky.

Now that the war is in chaos, except for the occasional sight of a few restaurants, inns and business travelers in the yellow sand making wartime windfalls, the city that used to live and work in peace and contentment is shrouded in haze, and there is no sound of people for ten miles.

An inn looms in the yellow sand, with the word "Yunlai" written on it.

Fu Bao said, "My lord, there is an inn ahead."

Zhao Yan lifted the curtain and was helped out of the carriage by Fu Bao.

The wind and sand choked into his throat, and he coughed twice, Fu Bao quickly put on the gauze hat for Zhao Yan.

After more than ten days of exhaustion by boat and car, the party has already been exhausted.

Most of the people coming and going in and out of the inn are Jizhou soldiers, occasionally some officials come and go, and there are even spies from various families, dragons and snakes mixed in, and there are miscellaneous places in five directions.

The windows of the pavilion are dilapidated, there is wind and sand blowing through the windows, and the tables and chairs in the inn are covered with a layer of dust.

The waiter in the shop is not very old, but he acts neatly.

Fu Bao said, "There are two rooms on the upper floor, and the coachman who is traveling with me also arranges accommodation."

The waiter said, "Okay, after turning right, the first room is the second room. The customer in front will leave and is cleaning, please wait."

A group of five people waited in a remote corner. Even wearing a bamboo hat, Zhao Yan was still coughed by the wind and sand, and the corners of her eyes under the tulle were slightly red, with a hint of moisture.

Fu Bao sighed, "The wind and sand in Jizhou is too strong, your body can't bear it at all."

The coachman said, "If it rains tomorrow, maybe it will be better."

It was noon at this time, the soldiers were all in the camp, the inn was sparsely populated, the proprietress of the inn was holding an abacus in her hand and fiddled with beads, and two unworldly children were playing around their knees.

There was the neighing of horses outside the inn.

Not one.

It is a few horses.

It was a caravan of barbarians selling horses.

Great Chu civil strife, the Central Plains torn apart.

The only Turkic tribe in the outside world was recaptured by the King of Qin in Mohe earlier, which greatly hurt its vitality.

The rest of the nomadic tribes took the opportunity to sell horses for profit.

Ordinary war horses in the Central Plains are in short supply. Precious sweat-blooded horses were born in barbarian lands. It is now common for barbarian traders to come and go to Jizhou. Xianbei people are especially the most important.

Dozens of tall barbarians who entered the inn were all dressed in short jackets, the minimum height was more than eight feet, and they were strong and strong. They had blue totems on their arms, and most of them had braided hair and beards.

The headed Hu Ren is about 20 years old. His sharp facial features are rare among Hu people, and his pair of green eyes are as wild as a prairie wolf. On his neck is a snow-white and exquisite exotic pendant, which is made of an eagle skeleton. With a machete pinned to his waist and wolf leather boots under his feet, Zhao Yan took a second look through the tulle under the bamboo hat, secretly thinking that this person is not like an ordinary businessman.

The barbarian seemed to have noticed Zhao Yan's gaze, looked towards Zhao Yan, and said with a teasing smile, "Men in the Central Plains like to stare at other men?"

The Hu people's Chinese is not good.

The speech is very blunt, and the voice is low and thick.

Zhao Yan said, "The barbarians in the grasslands are really barbarians."

The face covered by the tulle under the bamboo hat is looming, and the voice is clear and sick.

The young man approached him, his thin lips bent, and the scimitar in his hand was unsheathed, so quickly that the people around him had no time to react. The bamboo hat Zhao Yan was wearing was overturned to the ground, and the veil fell to the side, revealing a pale and beautiful face Into the green pupils.

Zhao Yan clenched her five fingers tightly, and the wind and sand choked into her throat. She supported the edge of the table and panted for a long time before recovering.

The young barbarian looked at Zhao Yan up and down, and when he smiled, his teeth were as white as the bones of a eagle on his neck.

Fu Bao said angrily, "You barbarians bully people too much..."

"My Han name is Lian He. I come from Xianbei, and I traded horses in Jizhou with my tribe."

Zhao Yan's expression was indifferent, and he clenched his five fingers tightly. Fu Bao bent down to pick up the bamboo hat that fell on the ground and put it on for Zhao Yan. Lian He sighed regretfully.

Zhao Yan said, "Since you've come to the Central Plains, you should learn more about the rules of the Central Plains."

Lian Heyang said, "You are the most beautiful Central Plains person I have ever seen."

Fu Bao said angrily, "You barbarian, if you don't know how to speak Chinese, don't open your mouth."

The shop waiter came over at this time and said, "Follow me, you can move in already."

Fu Bao glared at Lian He, "My lord, let's go."

When passing by that beautiful Central Plains man, Lian He smelled a faint scent of medicine at the tip of his nose.

It doesn't have the soft and greasy smell of women's scented tents, but it is more attractive than the smell of women.

Lian He stared at the back of Zhao Yan and his party, and asked the waiter, "Is there any free room next door to them?"

The waiter hesitated, "Yes."