Reincarnation of the powerful minister

Chapter 270 Return to the body

In September, the autumn grass in the northern desert is withered and yellow, and the snow-capped mountains in the distance are submerged by thick clouds from time to time, making the land even more vast.

The Oirat cavalry drove the looted cattle, horses and sheep, and their horseshoes stepped on the residual snow and dead leaves, galloping across the grassland with great momentum.

Just after a light snowfall, the sky was very overcast. Altan Lema stopped and turned his head to look at the foggy south, thoughtfully.

"Altan, what are you looking at?" Wodan asked curiously.

Because this 15-year-old boy is the son of former bodyguard Sharidan, Altan intends to take care of him, and because he is alert, brave and talented on the battlefield, Altan pays more attention to him and accepts him as Personal soldiers and close attendants.

"...Over there, beyond the Hetao Desert, is Ming Country." Altan said.

On his tough and handsome face, the silver-white thick eyebrows concealed the gold-like pupils, but it was not a gorgeous color, but a strange wildness, like a ferocious beast ready to go.So this gaze looking south also carried a beast-like predatory instinct and natural aggression.

Wo Dan grinned, showing jagged and sharp little tiger teeth: "Do you want to attack them in another way?"

Altan shook his head: "No, the time has not yet come. Our current enemy is the Tatars. If we don't solve this worry first, no matter what we do, we have to beware of their backstabbing."

Wu Dan thought for a while, and said in a natural tone: "Kill the Tatar Taishi Tuhuotai, kill the little Khan King Mu Dai's family, and bring the eastern grasslands under the king's banner of Altan, isn't it settled?"

Altan laughed: "I'm not the Khan of Oara, so what are you talking about Tatar?"

The Oirat cavalry who heard their conversation surrounded them.One of the leaders said: "Por Khan has passed away, the eldest prince should inherit the position of Khan."

Others said one after another: "Yes, the eldest prince is the heir apparent recognized by King Khan."

"The eldest prince pacified the city of Hasta, killing the enemy is useless, and he has won many battles. He is the real eagle of the sacred tree. We only listen to the eldest prince."

"With the guidance of the sacred tree, the eldest prince will surely bring strength and glory to our clan."

"The new Khan of Oara, the son of Boer Khan... Bogda Khan!"

"Bogda Khan! Bogda Khan!"

The shout spread farther and farther among the cavalry, and finally resounded through the sky, and the whole autumn frost field seemed to tremble under the shout.

In Beimo language, "Bo'er" means "God", and "Bo'er Khan" means "God Khan", the name of the former Khan King Hu Kuoli.And "Bogda" means "Holy", and "Bogda Khan" is "Holy Khan".

When King Khan succeeded to the throne, the name of Khan was often divined by the great shaman of the family. However, before Altan succeeded to the throne, the name of Khan was determined according to the people's will, which is really rare.

After the clansmen had vented their turbulent emotions, Altan said: "Inheriting etiquette cannot be abolished, and the will of the ancestors cannot be taken lightly. Only after returning to the royal court and asking the great witch to do a fortune-telling can the Khan's name be determined."

Big witch?Could it be Heido that the prince was referring to?The expressions of all the riders were resentful, and many showed disdain.

Because Heido's fortune-telling and praying failed twice——

One time, before the alliance with the Tatars, Heiduo said that the trip was in accordance with God's will and would be successful.As a result, Khan Hukuoli was killed by the Tatars.

Once, after the Hastur City Rebellion, Altan decided to lead his revenge troops to raid the Tatar royal court.At his request, Heiduo danced to the gods to pray for blessings, saying that the gods did not think the battle could be won, and asked Altan to withdraw his troops.As a result, Altan won. Although he did not capture the Tatar royal court, it also caused heavy losses to the opponent's troops and looted a large number of livestock and supplies.

From this point of view, it seems that Heiduo's psychic power is no longer effective, and the Oirat cavalrymen are also discussing in private, saying that Heiduo is on the verge of being rejected by the gods and ancestors.

However, the eldest prince respected his deceased father and declared: "Heiduo was once a great witch trusted by my father, and I cannot easily abandon him."

The words "once" and "easily" are used very cleverly.Many aristocratic officers who supported Altan figured out the three flavors, so the rumors about "Heiduo has lost his psychic power, and the so-called decrees are all lies" are rampant.

Before raiding the Tatar royal court, Altan announced in public: "The other three shamans brought by Father Khan had a personal grievance with Heiduo. In order to avoid unnecessary disputes, the great witch Heiduo will follow me. Keep him safe."

After hearing the words, everyone in Wala admired Altan's magnanimity, and felt that he was so tolerant of Heiduo who made repeated mistakes, and he would treat all the tribesmen with all his strength, and the military spirit was thus condensed like never before.

During the battle, Altan bravely killed the enemy in the front, and suddenly there was the sound of shaking the bell from behind.

The voice was sharp and high-pitched, piercing the eardrums and making people tremble.Altan's breath froze, and he was almost shot by the arrows of the cavalry on the opposite side.

He shot and killed the enemy with a backhand arrow, and then he was affected by the explosion of the bell hitting the magic mirror, like a heavy hammer hitting the heart vein, and immediately spurted blood, and was also stabbed on the arm.

At a critical moment, Altan slid sideways, slipped down the horse's belly, and the tip of the knife slanted upwards from the bottom, disembowelling the opponent, both man and horse.

Scarlet blood splashed all over his head and face, Altan turned around and yelled angrily like a lion's roar: "The shaman attacked me! There are spies in the army!"

He tore open the lapel of the war robe, and tied two long sleeves around his waist, revealing his majestic body and majestic sacred tree tattoo, and shouted: "I am the man appointed by the gods, who can kill me?"

Immediately, the scimitar and longbow rushed into the enemy's formation, fighting heartily, the momentum was unstoppable, blood and flesh splattered wherever he went, the entire Tatar cavalry was driven back by this monstrous momentum, and no one was his single enemy.

After the victory, Altan clapped his fingers on his horseback and whistled like an eagle's cry, attracting goshawks to circle in the sky above his head.

"It's the eagle on the sacred tree!"

"It's the power of a great witch!"

"The eldest prince leads us to be invincible!"

The whispers merged into a torrent, and all the Oirat cavalry dismounted and knelt on one knee, beating their chests with their fists in a salute of surrender.

Someone asked angrily, "Who attacked the eldest prince? Stand up!"

"It's a shaman, using the ring tone technique."

"Which one are the four shamans in the army?"

"—Could it be Heido. He failed in the psychic channeling, and became angry and attacked the eldest prince."

"I think it is."

"I think so too."

"Speaking of which, Heido doesn't seem to want us to go to war with the Tatars? He suggested the alliance, and he also predicted the defeat. Is he still an Oirat?"

"Heido..."

"Heido..."

And the four army shamans, according to the usual practice before the battle, each found a psychic place behind the battlefield, rang bells and drums, sang divine songs, and prayed to the gods to bless the victory of the war.

Relying on his identity, Heiduo occupied the highest place alone, and the other three shamans were in one place.

Hearing Altan's energetic roar, the shamans stopped the ceremony in astonishment.

"Who attacked the eldest prince with the ringtone?"

"Not me—the three of us."

The shamans looked suspiciously at Heiduo at a high place, but unfortunately there was no one to be seen through the forest on the hillside.

The Oirat cavalry galloped over and said to the shamans: "The eldest prince wants to investigate the spies who attacked him, follow me!"

The three shamans got on their horses and followed without saying a word.

Only Heiduo was still standing on the slope, her black divine robe fluttering in the wind, and her face under the hood was still hidden in the gloom.He had the bell in his hand and the magic mirror in his chest, but just now he didn't pour his true energy into it, attacking Altan with sound waves.

Heiduo let out a hoarse and piercing sneer, knowing that he had fallen into the trap dug by Altan, not only was it difficult to clear up the suspicion, but he also lost the trust of his tribe.

——What a cunning cunning is hidden in that tyrannical body!It was he who underestimated Altan and deserved his defeat.

He knew he was at a disadvantage, but he couldn't escape.Escaping means that his identity is completely exposed, it means that all the previous deployments and energy expended are in vain, and it means that he must bear unbearable punishment.

Heiduo decides to take the risk.

He returned to the army and, like the other three shamans, confessed.

Other shamans can testify against each other, but Heido is alone.There are no witnesses to prove that it was not his hand, and naturally no one can prove that it was his hand.

Knowing that Altan's attack was a play, but under such circumstances, Heido could not expose Altan, and could only accuse the other three shamans of colluding to cover up their crimes.

Now the contradiction is intensified, and each disagrees.

In the end, it was Altan who made the final decision: put this unsolved case on hold for now, and since the four shamans couldn't clear up their suspicions, they would all stay in the felt tent and be guarded by his guards.When he returns to the tribe, he will personally put on a god's robe, dance a god's dance, and perform psychic techniques to ask his ancestors to surrender, so he will naturally be able to distinguish loyalty from traitors.

All the cavalry and the three shamans agreed, and Heiduo had no choice but to agree.

Heiduo knew that Altan had murderous intentions towards him, but he was still lucky, thinking that once he returned to the tribe, he would be able to control the situation, and in turn forced Altan to bow his head.More importantly, he still has cards in his hand——

Those black pills.

If he managed to get Altan to obey him, within a few days, he would have another Khan puppet that was not inferior to Hu Kuoli.

So all the way back, he was quiet like a ghost.

After marching for [-] days, Al Tan led [-] elite cavalry, many looted livestock and supplies, and returned to the royal court of Oara with the body of his father Khan Hukuoli.

The tribe held a wild funeral of the highest standard for the former Khan, and the funeral lasted for three full days.

The trial ceremony will be held three days later, and Altan will appear as a shaman for the first time, using psychic techniques to judge traitors.

There is not much time left for Heido.He was imprisoned in his own dome tent, unable to move, so he ordered to lurk under the hands of the royal servants, and mixed the melted pills into Altan's food.

The servant found a gap to sneak in, and replied to Heido that he saw Altan eat the food with his own eyes.

Heiduo carefully calculated the dose of poison each time, waiting for Altan's addiction to occur on the third day, and made a fool of himself in public. Not only could he not complete the trial ceremony, but he had to come to him to ask for the pills.

As a result, in the middle of the next night, Altan entered Heiduo's yurt alone, asking for the secret medicine he had given to Hu Kuoli before.

Heiduo thought that he took too much medicine, which caused Altan's drug addiction to start early.He was full of malice and pleasure, and said, "A secret medicine that can make one's soul ascend to a godly state? I don't know what the eldest prince is talking about. What I gave Bor Khan was only a medicine for curing diseases."

Altan took out half a crushed black pill from his bosom: "I found this from under Father Khan's mattress, isn't it?"

Heiduo laughed with a hoarse and unpleasant voice: "After looking through Hu Kuoli's relics, you can only find this half, right? Then why don't you eat it right away, why bother to endure it?"

Altan also laughed, and casually threw half of the pill into the brazier.Licking with the tongue of fire, this medicine did not know whether it came from the gods or the devil world, and it was quickly burned to ashes.

Heiduo's face hidden under the hood of the cloak changed color, and she said in surprise: "How is it possible! You can't - no one can resist its medicinal power, absolutely nothing!"

"The premise is that I have to eat it first, but unfortunately I couldn't do what you wanted." Altan took a step closer, and the firelight dyed his white hair into a light golden color like a lion's mane, "You are so good at prescribing medicine, why don't you personally Try the medicine?"

Heiduo pulled out the bell.

But Altan's movements were even more swift, the scimitar at his waist stabbed forward, the handle of the knife hit Heiduo's elbow, numb his tiger's mouth, and the bell almost fell to the ground.Immediately afterwards Xueliang's blade came out of its sheath, and the back of the blade slammed heavily on Heiduo's knee.

There was a slight cracking sound, and Heiduo staggered back a few steps while covering her knees, gritting her teeth to hold back the severe pain of bone shattering.

——Altan's skill is more fierce and fierce than before his return. I don't know if it is the blessing from the gift of the sacred tree, or the teaching of the old witch who protects the sacred tree?Heiduo gritted her teeth and endured the pain, guessing jealously.

"Hand over all the pills in your hand, and give me the formula, and I will give you a treat at the trial ceremony tomorrow." Altan said.

Heiduo sneered: "You also want to use those pills? That's right, who can escape its temptation..."

No, it's because I promised a person to destroy these devil's medicines and avenge his severed legs.Altan pressed, "Will you give it? If you don't, I'll break your bones, starting with your feet."

Heiduo let out a strange and miserable laugh, and it wasn't until Altan smashed the shin of his injured leg little by little that he couldn't bear it anymore, and finally revealed the location of the Tibetan medicine.

Altan found all the stored medicines, but the amount was much less than he thought.

"More than that, hand over every single one!" He ordered, "Don't forget you still have a leg."

Heido was trembling and whimpering in severe pain, dripping with cold sweat, and reluctantly said: "You also know...how useful this medicine is...then why can't I...trade it?"

Altan reacted immediately, and stepped on his chest: "You returned this medicine to someone else? Who?"

Heiduo was stepped on and fell back, her head hit the ground, and the hood fell off, revealing an ugly face that had been burned by the flames, and her facial features were distorted due to the extreme pain: "Why, do you want to come from here?" He took back all the medicines in his hands? Or do you want to make a deal with him?"

"Who is it!" Altan pressed again.

"...In the Central Plains, a person who called himself 'Yi Zhe'...was his subordinates who contacted me..."

"What deal did you make?"

"...I will give him pills to stir up disputes between Da Ming and the tribes of the Northern Desert for our common interests... and he, he will help me regain...the throne that should belong to my Ta'er Heci clan, unify North Desert..."

"You are the heir of Chengzhuta'er Hesta!" Altan suddenly realized.

Decades ago, Beimo established the "Cheng Kingdom" under the rule of the hero Ta'er Heci.Da Ming called it "Beicheng".At that time, more than a dozen tribes, including Oala and Tatar, were all taken under the command of Ta'er Hestab. Although there were still infighting among each other, they had to be intimidated by Chengzhu's military might.

Ta'er was ambitious and wanted to go south to capture the Central Plains.

The Emperor Ming at that time was the father of Emperor Jinglong—Emperor Da Ming Xianzu.Emperor Xianzu led 50 troops and personally conquered Mobei. The battle of Ba'e Lake severely damaged Beicheng's vitality.

Chengzhu Ta'er and Assassins were defeated and fled. When they passed through the territory of Oara, Altan's grandfather, who was the leader of Oara at that time, had a different heart, killed Ta'er and Assassins, and seized the throne.Later, he passed the title of "Chengzhu" to Altan's father, Hu Kuoli.

The Ta'erhe assassination regime collapsed suddenly, and Beimo fell into a state of division again.

The Tatars believed that they were the one who had the right to inherit the Beicheng throne, and they refused to accept Oara. In order to regain the title, they fought endlessly with other tribes for decades.

Both Wala and Tatar regard themselves as authentic, and the two sides have been seeing each other for many years, and both are suffering.

Hu Kuoli struggled to find a way out for Wala in this disputed northern desert land.At this moment, Emperor Daming Jinglong sent a special envoy to visit Wala secretly and handed him an olive branch of cooperation.

Da Ming is willing to open a mutual market, bestows on Hu Kuo Li the title of "King of Ping Ning", and supports Wala to unify the grassland.In return, Wala was willing to go to Beichengdi, renamed "Khan", and befriend Daming forever.

——This happened in April last year, just one month after a new official named "Su Yan" in Daming offered advice to Emperor Jinglong.

Altan knew of the cooperation intention between his father and Emperor Jinglong, but he didn't know that the person behind the plan was the young Yushi he met in Qingshuiying, Lingzhou.

Of course, because of the side effects of the fruit of the sacred tree, he had even forgotten "Su Yan".

Only occasionally in the dream, in the myth of stroking the ribbon, I vaguely glimpsed a thin and tall figure in the robes of the Central Plains scholars.

Who is that person?

Is it the owner of the ribbon that always wraps around his arm?

Is it what the old witch said, that he dyed his sacred tree tattoo red with his own blood, and stimulated the medicinal power in the tattoo dye, which made him hang the person who was finally rescued when he was dying?

Is it... the destined partner who caused him to be poisoned by blood, and he must be married under the witness of the sacred tree to detoxify it?

Altan pressed these questions deep into his heart again after a brief absence.

At present, he still has more pressing matters - eradicating the treacherous evil within the tribe, successfully inheriting the throne of Oara Khan, defeating and annexing the Tatars.

——He wants to unify the Northern Desert and end the disputes and wars in this land.

As for the matter of blood poisoning... Anyway, there are still two years before the poisoning occurs, let's talk about it then!

Altan lowered his eyes and looked down at Heido, who was twisting and convulsing, and mocked: "Ta'er Heci died a long time ago, and his heirs are just bereaved dogs. What are you still dreaming of? How did you compete with that one in the Central Plains?" Those who are contacted by the subordinates of the "Reporter" will tell me all of them."

At dusk the next day, Heiduo woke up in the snowy field.

He was not dead, but life was worse than death—both legs were severed from the crotch down, and the wound was splashed with boiling oil to stop the bleeding.

A piece of parchment was thrown beside him.Heiduo moved her fingers dying, and saw a few words written on it, which was a familiar saying from the Central Plains:

"Take the way of the person, and treat the person's body."

Heiduo suddenly thought of his master, the old shaman who had stolen the prescription, cut off his legs and left him in the wild.

Now he is also facing the same desperate situation, but he does not have the luck of being rescued by the old shaman——

In the surrounding withered grass, a little bit of green animal pupils lit up.

It was a pack of hungry wolves on the grassland.

Great Ming capital, the Forbidden City.

Not long after Su Yan, who was disguised as a servant, left, Emperor Jing Long received a side report from Liubai Li urgently.

The spy information comes from "No Night" in Beimo, which says——

"Kunle, the great prince of Oala, named 'Altan' in the northern desert, recently succeeded the Khan of Hukuoli, and all the tribes of Oara believed and supported him, calling him 'Bogda Khan'. He is brave and courageous, and there are many strategy, with the ambition to annex Wala."

Emperor Jinglong read the words on the paper several times.

ambition?Which of the chiefs of the Northern Desert has no ambition?It's a pity that there are many people who plan things, but few people who succeed.

But this Kunle...Altan, one has to guard against it, judging by the means of his actions.

Emperor Jinglong put down the secret report, took out a roll of small maps and unfolded them on the desktop, leaned over to take a closer look——

Daming, Wala, Tatar.

The three forces are now maintaining a delicate balance. Once one party loses power, this balance will collapse.

Today, Daming's diplomatic strategy is to use Oala to contain Tatars, and Tatars to contain Oirats.

If this Altan was uneducated, and his ambition and ability exceeded the warning line, then shouldn't Da Ming also choose another person to support from the tribes of the Northern Desert?

No rush, just wait and see.

If Wala really had the potential to sweep the North Desert, then Da Ming would also secretly attack.

"If necessary, you can change to another concubine to sit in the main house—"

The words are still in my ears, and the sly look when I spoke is also in front of my eyes, but I have already left the imperial study, left the palace, driven by him, and will embark on a journey to Nanjing in the near future.

The warm and smooth touch of the skin seems to remain between the fingers, and the lingering fragrance of Si Ren seems to still remain in the room. Emperor Jing Long took a deep breath and said silently in his heart: Qinghe, you will understand one day.

Until then, please don't complain, don't hate, I actually——

Actually... the emperor sat back on the chair, closed his eyes and raised his head, resting the back of his head on the back of the chair carved with dragons and painted with gold.

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