Reincarnation of the powerful minister

Su Yan habitually wanted to touch the back of Jing Hongchai's hand, but suddenly withdrew halfway, wanting to say something, with a bit of embarrassment wrapped around the tip of his tongue.

Fortunately, the other party's attitude was not abnormal, as usual, he asked quietly: "My lord wants to ask me what happened after I followed you?"

Su Yan soothed his nerves because of his calmness, coughed and shouted to everyone: "Everyone be quiet, I have a witness here."

Jing Hongzhui told the story one by one, the words are concise and clear, and the narration is straightforward, without any emotional color.His narrative style is dry and lifeless. If you want to be a storyteller, you will definitely starve to death, but it is very suitable for testimony, showing the effect of impartiality.

The above are all telling the truth, but when talking about the battle with the man in black, in order to avoid the martial arts of the master, he concealed the ending of the two-lose battle with the technique of nightmare, and only said that he was not the opponent of the man in black. Delirious, wounded and fled.

Only Su Yan knew the power of the Nightmare Art, and it was expected that the black-robed man also suffered a dark loss.But seeing that Jing Hongzhui didn't have the arrogance and good face of a martial arts master, and admitted frankly that he was defeated and ran away, he felt a little cute.

——It's very cute.Su Yan corrected in her heart.

The Wala people could not accept Jing Hongzhui's words:

"The black-robed man you mentioned, his attire, his voice, and the magic weapon he used, that's our shaman—the Great Witch Heiduo!"

"It is impossible for the witch to harm the prince, you are lying!"

"Liar! You are a liar!"

Fang Lian also said to Su Yan: "Don't blame them for being angry. The Heiduo witch was ordered by King Khan to secretly protect Altan. How could he be with these two officials from the Ming Kingdom..."

Su Yan struggled to hear it, and helped him answer: "Collusion and collusion."

"Yes, hook...impossible! If the great witch betrays King Khan and the whole clan, he will be rejected by the gods and will be punished by fire from heaven."

Other Wala people echoed.

Jing Hongzhui didn't make excuses or fill in the blanks.He spit every nail, every word is as cold as iron, believe it or not.

"Listen to me, everyone." Su Yan clapped his palms, and everyone fell silent in the crisp sound, "If he really fabricated everything about the man in black, how would he know that the pestle used by the other party The effect of the bell, how do you know that there is a bronze mirror hidden in the chest of the other party? Don’t you shaman usually hang these magic tools openly on the outside of your clothes for people to look at?”

Now the Oirats were left speechless.

Although the great witch Heiduo didn't show up very often, all the people in the clan had seen him. Except for occasions such as offering sacrifices, inviting gods, and summoning, he never easily showed his magical artifacts to others.They have only seen the big witch fight against the enemy once. During the fight with the Dayan army, King Khan was controlled by the opponent's shaman's spell. Turn the corner.

If this Central Plains native hadn't seen it with his own eyes and experienced it himself, how could he say that the score is not bad?

Fang Lian thought hard, and finally said suddenly: "It should be that when the big witch was secretly protecting Al Tan, he saw him watching him and thought he was going to attack Al Tan, so the fight started."

Yan Chengxue sneered: "Since that's the case, the officer can also say that someone stole the officer's flying needle with witchcraft, assassinated Altan, killed the soldiers under Huo Canjun's tent, and left the body on the spot with the intention of killing him." Framed and framed."

Seeing that the Wala people were about to slash Yan Chengxue with their knives again, Su Yan had no choice but to fight again. Jing Hong chased and said, "That black-robed man sneaked up on me from behind when I rescued Altan. He also said something to me. saying, 'Those who obstruct the decree of the gods will be burned to ashes by the wrath of the gods'."

Su Yan asked: "He thinks that your rescue of Altan is to obstruct the decree of the gods? Then what is his so-called 'decree of the gods', to let Altan die under the poisonous needle?"

Jing Hong replied: "Only he knows."

Now even the Wala people showed doubts. Although some of them insisted that Jing Hongzhui was lying, the other half, including Fang Face, began to shake their trust in the Heiduo witch.

Su Yan also felt that this matter was very tricky, and said to Yan Chengxue: "Hand over the antidote and save the person first. When Altan wakes up, he will find out the truth when he asks about it."

Yan Chengxue frowned irritably: "I really don't have any antidote."

"Impossible. You prepared this poison yourself, and the toxicity is so intense. Just in case, you must make an antidote. Besides, if you hand over the flying needle to Huo Canjun, don't you worry that he will be poisoned by mistake?" Su Yan sharply look at him.

Yan Chengxue said helplessly: "When making the poison, I did make several antidotes, and handed them over to Huo Canjun along with the leather bag containing the flying needle and silk gloves. He just took out the leather bag and gloves from his pocket. , I didn't see the medicine bottle, so I knew that the antidote was stolen together with the flying needle.

"At first, I was still guessing, what kind of character is it that can steal flying needles from Huo Canjun's body without anyone noticing, and can easily kill his soldiers. Just now I heard what Jing Hong's guard said, It is certain that it must be this shaman."

His explanation was not accepted by the Oirats, who still cursed and wanted to chop off his and Horton's heads.Fang Lian said: "Whether it's the two of them who did it or not, the poison and flying needles are always taken from them, and they can't be washed clean!"

Su Yan asked: "Siqing Yan, can you make another antidote immediately? Altan is still alive. If you can cure the poison on his body, the hatred of the Oirat people will also fade a lot."

Yan Chengxue was very surprised: "He is still alive with the 'Bianchengxue' in his body for more than two hours?! Hey, it's really hard, I admire him a bit. It's a pity that the raw materials needed to make the antidote , I don’t have everything left, and a few herbs are produced in southern Xinjiang, and they are quite rare. It is estimated that even if they are found from thousands of mountains and rivers, it will take a year or so. Can he wait?"

Su Yan smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid he won't be able to wait for three or five days."

Yan Chengxue pursed his lips coldly: "Then we can only resign ourselves to fate."

Su Yan once again stopped the murderous Wala people, and persuaded: "I will send people to the southern border to seek raw materials. The only person who can make the antidote is Yan Chengxue. If he is really killed, Altan will even be killed." The last ray of life has also been snuffed out."

It's not true that the Wala people killed them, and it's hard to calm down the anger in their hearts if they don't kill them, and they howled like wild animals.

Fang Lian said: "It's really going to take a year and a half. Can Altan wait? We want to take him home and let King Khan decide."

Su Yan didn't know what to do for a while.Whether the antidote can be made in time is still unknown, and the Oirats want to bring Altan back to the tribe, and he has no reason to object.

Fang Lian pointed at Huo Yan and Huo Yan with the tip of his knife, and said sharply: "These two are too suspicious, we will also take them away."

Su Yan lowered his face: "No matter what they are, they are still officials of my Ming Dynasty. Even if they commit crimes, they will be punished according to the laws of the Ming Dynasty. Why should people from other countries worry about it! I can only promise you and report the matter to the imperial court. , the Holy Majesty will decide what to do, and in the end he will give Boer Khan Hu Likuo an explanation."

Fang Lian said: "I said there is no... no token!"

Su Yan walked into the tent, and by the candlelight on the table, wrote a short voucher on the white silk with pen and ink, and stamped his seal of censor.

"I can't read Chinese, just in case you write indiscriminately."

Su Yan was angry and funny, "This is the official seal! I don't want my own reputation, so don't I want the face of the court?"

Only then did Fang Lian put it away, carefully hid it in his arms, and said to him: "Let's go now and let your pass pass."

Su Yan nodded and said: "It's better to go back sooner. Your ministry thinks it's more than one god-uh, a wizard with strange magic, maybe he can really save him. I will try my best to make an antidote here. I will deal with this case." The Holy Majesty, the final result will be submitted to King Khan as a letter of credence.

"Also, you are taking Altan on the road. I think the tea and salt you bought cannot be transported away at the same time. I will also send soldiers to escort the truck to the Oala Department according to the previous agreement. It will arrive later. Your best It is best to leave one person as a guide, lest the cargo team get lost.

He arranged everything in an orderly manner, and he had nothing to say with his square face. He lightly beat his left chest with his right hand and saluted Su Yan.After putting down his arms, he said again: "The gift just now was for Su Yan, Altan's friend. I also have a word for Mr. Su of Ming Country - Yan and Huo must die. If your emperor protects you, Then wait to meet the wrath of the Khan."

Su Yan sighed secretly, and walked towards the bed.

Altan is still in a coma, his face is more gray and haggard than before, and the vitality in his body seems to be losing every moment.Toxicity is only temporarily suppressed, like a dormant snake, ready to strike back aggressively at any time.

Su Yan pushed aside his skirt, glanced at the blood-stained tattoo on his abdomen, and made a ridiculous wish in his heart: I hope that the sacred tree in the center of the world really exists, and it will manifest its spirit on this miniature, so as to save the dead. Altan.

He couldn't help reaching out to touch again.The tattoo was slightly hot, as if it was about to suck his fingertips in, giving him the illusion of being pulled by an invisible force.

After closing his clothes, Su Yan leaned over Altan's ear, like a whisper.

Jing Hongzhui stood behind him, her ears pricked up, but she still couldn't hear what he said.

——Perhaps it was a farewell speech, but I couldn't bear the sadness and swallowed it before I could say it.Or maybe it was a blessing, or even a promise, but at the last moment before the confession, due to many concerns, it failed to take shape.

Jing Hong scratched his head and wanted to ask, but he knew it wasn't now or here, so he finally kept silent.

Su Yan left the couch, stopped in front of Fang Face when leaving the tent, and suddenly asked: "How many routes do you have to return to the Wara Department?"

It's a secret, Fang Face doesn't want to tell him.

Su Yan said meaningfully: "Whether I know or not is not important, the important thing is, does that shaman know?"

The moon falls to the west mountain, the dawn has not yet risen, and the vast desert is shrouded in a misty indigo blue.

More than 20 Oirat riders escorted a carriage, stepping on the gravel and hoarfrost, galloping towards the northwest under the stars and the moon.

At the end of the night, dots of dark green light appeared in front of it, as if countless fireflies skimmed over the weeds and gathered.

The fluorescent light was approaching in a flash, and the riders suddenly saw clearly that it was the green eyes of the pack of wolves——

They were densely surrounded by a large pack of wolves!

The horses in Beimo were not afraid of the lone wolf, but they were full of fear of the surging pack of wolves. They raised their front hooves in panic and neighed endlessly.

The Wala men gritted their teeth and pulled out their waist knives one after another, preparing to face the wolves.

The alpha wolf let out a creepy howl from behind, and the wolves opened their salivating sharp teeth and rushed towards them ferociously.

Blood splattered, and the howling of wolves and people resounded through the wilderness.

After more than half an hour, Xi Wei's sky shone on the corpses of wolves everywhere.Wolf carcasses almost covered the gravel field, at least hundreds of them.Around the carriage, the riders who had been bitten beyond human form twitched in a pool of blood.Most of the horses were disembowelled, dragging their intestines and struggling to death.The horse that had escaped by chance spread its hooves and ran to the depths of the grassland.

A man in black robe appeared at some unknown time, and the cloth belt hanging all over his body fluttered in the morning wind.He stepped on the stained blood indifferently, and opened the door of the carriage.

The carriage was covered with a wolfskin mattress, and a burly man was lying on the mattress, covered with a brocade quilt, revealing a bunch of slender hair braids covered with gold rings and green jade beads from under the quilt.

Hair color like snow falling into a city.

The man in black let out a hoarse chuckle, and while whispering the sacrificial words in Oara, he raised the scimitar in his hand.

He flung open the brocade quilt, and saw a huge bulging cloth bag stuffed with straw, and a bunch of cut off white hair stuck in the mouth of the bag, the blade froze in mid-air.

Sharidan, a square-faced and bearded Wala man, rode his horse like flying, turned his head and glanced at Altan, who was lying on the horse's back, heaving up and down.Ropes twisted from muslin held him in place so that he would not slip off the horse even when he was unconscious.

Su Yan's last words before leaving reminded him.So he divided the soldiers into two groups, and 27 riders escorted the camouflaged carriage and returned to the tribe along the shortest route.If the black hands behind the scenes really came after them, this group of people would be warriors who voluntarily died under the guise of attracting attention.

And the remaining five people took Altan and turned to the north.

According to word of mouth, at the foot of the holy mountain Ulan, on the shore of Lake Baikal, is the place where the sacred tree "Toktilak" stands tall.

It is said that there is an old shaman witch who has lived for an unknown period of time, guarding the sacred tree, and conveying the will of the gods to the tribe from the wind.On the day the eldest prince was born, the elders of the tribe got some kind of ominous omen during divination, and identified the newborn baby as the son of the sacred tree, and named him "Altan", which means "gold" in the Oirat language.

Because of this, King Khan Hu Kuoli still regards the eldest son as a gift from God, even though he has two sons in succession, and believes that he will revitalize the tribe and unify the Northern Desert in the future.

Now the golden prince is on the verge of death, apart from the sacred tree and the old witch, Sharidan doesn't know who else can save him.

I hope that the ancestors are blessed, and the gods will show signs... Sharidan murmured and sang the ancient divine songs, speeding up his horse.

The morning sun rises on the vast grassland, and the sun shines on the autumn grass that is beginning to wither, like the endless gold stretching under the sky.

Standing on the majestic pier of the Great Wall, Su Yan looked to the north and felt a faint but long-lasting concern moving away from him.

The autumn wind in the wilderness blew the corners of his robe like a banner.Jing Hong followed from behind and tied a cloak on him, and asked in a low voice, "What is your lord thinking?"

"It's nothing." Su Yan withdrew his gaze, turned and left.

Jing Hongzhui hesitated for a while, and then choked out four words: "Life and death are fate."

Su Yan laughed: "You say that with your mouth, but you never believe in fate in your heart, otherwise where does the fighting spirit and murderous aura come from?"

Jing Hongzhui muttered unhappily: "It's clear that my murderous aura has subsided, and the sharp sword has returned to its sheath..."

Su Yan patted the back of his hand: "Don't think I can't see it, you have hidden hostility towards Altan, but he didn't offend you."

Jing Hongzhui suddenly ate a bear's heart and leopard guts, took the opportunity to hold his palm instead, and gently rubbed it with calloused fingers: "I don't like the way he looks at adults, and his familiar attitude."

"Anyway, you don't like anyone." Su Yan's ears were slightly hot, and he wanted to pull his hand but couldn't. He lightly reprimanded, "Let go, what are you touching!"

Jing Hong recalled that she was still able to stand by his side, so she put her lips on his palm, her heart filled with joy, "I can't help but want to offend my lord, please punish me."

Su Yan drew his other hand on his face, making himself hurt, but the other's cheeks were not red or swollen, and he said angrily, "If you don't let go—"

Jing Hongzhui let go of her hand honestly, and lowered her head, as if she was willing to be punished.

His personal bodyguard is a docile and prickly head, he talks about "adult" and "subordinate" in his mouth, and actually has his own opinion.Su Yan once again deeply realized this point, and at the same time realized that it was impossible for the two of them to return to a simple master-slave relationship.

He didn't want to have that kind of accident where his butt bloomed again, but he also didn't want to lose Ah Zhui, what should he do?Su Yan pressed his forehead with a severe headache.

Jing Hongzhui reached out to help him rub his temples, with an indistinct smile on his lips: "My lord has a headache because of me?"

"You seem to be very proud?"

"It's not pride, it's joy. At least my existence can slightly affect the mood of adults."

Su Yan really wanted to say, your influence is more than a little bit, it's driving people crazy - Mom's massage is massage, can you not take this opportunity to touch your face and neck?The cocoon scratches the skin, it's really itchy!