The Blood Crown

The censor of the imperial court hurriedly knelt down and shouted: "Khan, don't listen to this thief's slander, don't do it!"

Na Dahan looked at the falling head at his feet, Ren Zhuo's eyes were wide open, he looked around the tent, and it was easy to kill Yan Sikong and the two, but...

Nada Khan said in a deep voice: "Let me think about this matter, let me take these two people down first."

"No need." Yan Sikong took out a document from his pocket, "Khan, this is a document drafted by the Wolf King himself to trade with Chahar, if Khan is unwilling to sign it, he will kill us directly. "

"You dare to force me?" Nadahan gritted his teeth.

"The heads of the two of us are already in the hands of the Great Khan. How dare you force the Great Khan? I only hope that the Great Khan will think about it carefully. The tribute document has been wiped out. Even if the Great Khan insists on forming an alliance with the court, wait for the new document to return. Chahar, it is already a month later." Yan Sikong's voice was not loud, but sonorous and forceful, "But Datong is only three days away from here, if there is a war here, the imperial court will never send troops to help. Take the opportunity to recapture Qianzhou, and it doesn't matter whether Chahar lives or dies."

Nada Khan took a breath.

Yan Sikong continued: "Khan, why don't you look at the conditions of the mutual market before making a decision?"

Nada Khan hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand.

The guard took the document from Yan Sikong and handed it over.

Na Dahan glanced at the words and sentences on the document, and he gradually calmed down. As Yan Sikong said, he will not suffer. The most important thing is that if he does not form an alliance with the imperial court, the imperial court will not waste troops and horses to beat him , but if he does not form an alliance with the Datong, the Wolf King is likely to send troops to deal with future troubles.

The death of Ren Zhuo and the burning of the tribute documents forced Nada Khan into a corner.

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes and said persuasively, "Khan, don't hesitate any longer."

Turku was courageous, and whispered: "Khan, I think the wolf king is better than the imperial court. The tribute is paid only once a year, and it will take several months. As soon as the exchange market opens..."

"Shut up." Nadahan gave Turku a hard look.

Turku immediately fell silent.

Nada sweated and shook the document, and said harshly: "This document is only in Chinese, without Mongolian, so it is not valid."

"It's my negligence." Yan Sikong smiled, "I will send someone back to Datong as soon as possible, and make up a document in Mongolian. It will take two or three days."

Na Dahan stared at Yan Sikong for a while, and finally heaved a long breath.

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Yan Sikong and Feng Ye returned to the tent, and after they waved everyone away, Yan Sikong, who had been tense all the time, seemed to be pulled away from his body, and his legs began to go weak.

Feng Ye quickly hugged him, and said in a low voice, "What? Are you scared?"

Yan Sikong looked at him: "Aren't you afraid?" His back was soaked in sweat, his hair was also wet, and his face was even paler.He tightly grasped Feng Ye's hard arm, and gave Feng Ye all the weight of his body to gain inner peace.

He and Feng Ye had just walked through the ghost gate, if they couldn't hold back Na Dahan, they would have already accompanied Ren Zhuo's head to the ground by now.He had already prepared for his destiny, but when he thought that Feng Ye might follow him to die in the enemy's camp, his blood and ambitions would be reduced to dust, he trembled with fear.

Feng Ye helped him to sit on the couch, and took off the mask with his hand, with a thin layer of sweat floating on his face, he said: "I am also very nervous, but I know Mongolians better than you, they just bend over when they can't move The Han people who bow to each other and are full of etiquette and morality admire the brave and fearless fighters. What you and I have done today made him feel that the Wolf King is different from other Han people. Wang Dianmeng will make him feel better."

Yan Sikong gradually calmed down, he smiled lightly: "You are praising yourself."

Feng Ye pursed his lips and said arrogantly: "Aren't I worthy of praise? If I hadn't used this strategy boldly, this trip would never return. Long before we came, they had already signed the paperwork, it was clearly a trap, etc. Let's dance."

Yan Sikong clasped his hands and said, "The wolf king is resourceful and resourceful. I admire you." He said this very sincerely. He really admired Feng Ye's boldness, carefulness, and decision to kill. out of exercise.Although the two people always have very different strategies, one is conservative and the other is radical, but in the end they can work together and complement each other. I have to say that this is also predestined.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong steadfastly, with a bright light dancing in his eyes: "However, thanks to your quick-witted response, you forced Nedhan to sign the document step by step." Exhausting words and acting with today's camera, just killing an envoy will not help.

Yan Sikong also looked back at Feng Ye without blinking.

The hearts of both of them were throbbing indescribably, and they couldn't restrain themselves from recalling why they fell in love with each other many years ago, apart from their status, appearance, and that amazing and convincing wisdom and courage.

They couldn't help but slowly approached each other, and the last four lips touched each other lightly. Feng Ye held Yan Sikong tightly into his arms, and passionately sucked and kissed those warm and soft lips. After the reunion, Yan Sikong also responded for the first time. He put his arms around Fengye's neck, carefully accepting this tender kiss from the heart, and even actively stuck out the tip of his tongue to hook Fengye's.

It wasn't a lustful kiss, it wasn't a predatory or demanding kiss, it was simply a kiss, a kiss that they couldn't get out of.

The two kissed lingeringly for a long time, as if they were silently expressing the longing and longing buried deep in their hearts, the longing and longing for the connection between the hearts and the joy between the two.

It wasn't until there was a sound of footsteps outside the tent that the two separated as if waking up from a dream.

The panic in Feng Ye's eyes flashed, and Yan Sikong also felt his cheeks burn.

They quickly rectified their postures, and Feng Ye put on his mask again.

The person who came to them was Turku. He was even more enthusiastic than when he had a drink and chat that night, and he even brought more flattery. After all, Chahar has already formed an alliance with the Wolf King. It all depends on the wolf king.

Yan Sikong drew up a document in Mongolian on the spot, and ordered people to send it back to Datong as soon as possible, and then returned to Chahar after it was sealed.Although this thing is actually unnecessary, since he has used it to criticize Ren Zhuo, he has to do it himself.

Nada Khan obeyed their request, killed the censors and clerks who were in the camp that day, and released the rest of the envoys back to the capital, so as not to anger the court too much.But the reason why the group of people in the camp could not stay was because they had witnessed everything. Even though the truth of that day had already spread, they could not return those who had seen it with their own eyes and had real evidence to the court.

However, once the imperial court received the news of the alliance between Nada Khan and the Wolf King, it would be furious, and the people involved must be punished, otherwise it would be difficult to appease the public anger.

Yan Sikong knew that his mansion could not be kept. Wan Yang and the little princess might be taken back to the palace. The servants in the mansion were all rewarded by the emperor or married with the princess, so there was no need to bury him with him. Only Ali was a bit dangerous, but count Days later, She Zhun should have secretly sent Ali away.

In a few days, the Mongolian documents sent by Datong arrived in Chahar. Now that the two parties had formed an alliance, Nada Khan changed his previous arrogance and warmed up to them. He held banquets to celebrate almost every night, and the tent was still the same. , still the same wine, dance and music, the "Hongmen Banquet" that day seemed to have never happened, no one mentioned it again, only the laughter of the crowd remained during the banquet.

However, there were also people who kept a straight face from the beginning to the end, and that was Wu Lu who had half of his teeth broken by Feng Ye's kick.

Yan Sikong knew why Feng Ye's kick was impartially kicked on Wu Lu's mouth, Feng Ye followed Yan Sikong's gaze to see Wu Lu who was full of resentment, and whispered into his ear: "I'll cut out his tongue if I get the chance."

Yan Sikong suppressed his smile and said in a low voice: "No need, he is insignificant to me."

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Feng Ye and Yan Sikong returned to Datong triumphantly with the return gift from Na Dahan. Not long after they left, Feng Changyue and Yuan Nanyu also concealed it very well, so their wolf king was not actually in Datong at all. This matter, no one noticed.

As soon as Feng Ye returned to the mansion, he summoned Feng Changyue and other cronies and generals for a council. He said it was a council, but first served wine and food to celebrate.

During the banquet, Yuan Nanyu, who was half drunk, put his arms around Yan Sikong and said with his tongue out, "You, you guys are so amazing, I feel like I'm sweating."

Yan Sikong smiled and said, "You sweated a lot? I was covered in sweat at the time."

Yuan Nanyu laughed out loud.

Yan Sikong felt relieved, and drank to his heart's content.He finally helped Feng Ye clear the last obstacle on the way to the Central Plains, and what awaited them next was the real battle.

With hazy eyes, he inadvertently glanced at Feng Ye who was drinking with others, and his flamboyant appearance overlapped with the high-spirited little prince back then, perhaps even more dazzling than the sun hanging nine times above the sky. The thicker it is, the more drunk he becomes...