Reincarnation of the powerful minister

Drinking the bitter decoction in the morning and evening, plus half an hour of medicinal bath every day, Su Yan started the course of treatment honestly under the supervision of the maids.

No one around here can speak Chinese, and even if they do, it's just a few simple words, and it's almost impossible to communicate.Su Yan was bedridden for five or six days. He ate and slept all day long. His injury healed quickly, but he was really bored.On the seventh day, he couldn't help getting out of bed, covered his mouth and nose with a gauze face towel to block the wind, coughed occasionally, and wandered around the palace.

As long as he doesn't go out of the palace, he seems to be free. The maids will salute and walk away when they see him, and then secretly peep and laugh behind him.The guards did not stop him from moving around or speak to him.

Walking around, Su Yan extracted a lot of information:

This is a palace built by Han craftsmen. The pavilions and pavilions adopt the mortise and tenon structure and decoration techniques of the Central Plains, but also incorporate many architectural styles from the Western Regions and even the Middle East.Judging from the style of the sleeping hall, it should be a royal palace.

Recalling some materials about the history of ancient wars that he had read in his previous life, combined with the distance traveled from Yinshan Mountain to the north, Su Yan speculated that this place should be the seat of the Tatar royal court, a capital that had long been annihilated in the flames of history— —Qi Le and Lin.

He even recalled that there was an archaeological documentary that played the excavation process of the Qilehelin site, and mentioned that after the unification of the Northern Desert, the Holy Khan Altan moved the Golden Royal Court, which was originally located in the Wara headquarters, here.According to the analysis of the expert on the screen, it was because Qi Le and Lin were relatively close to the capital of Daming, and there was a sense of confrontation between the north and the south.Afterwards, the city quickly became the political and economic center of the entire Northern Desert. It flourished unprecedentedly during the 30 to [-] years of Altan's rule, but soon fell into the flames of war and was burned after his death.

Su Yan caressed the lion pattern carved on the railing, feeling a lot of emotion in the mysterious feeling of the flow of time and space, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice behind him saying: "It's so cold, but you ran out to have a wind, is it so boring in the hall?"

Su Yan turned around and saw that Altan's military robe was covered with a layer of snow foam, as if he had just returned from outside the city.

Altan was busy these days and rarely appeared in front of Su Yan.Sometimes as soon as they sat down, the young square-faced head guard called "Wodan" would come to report something, and the two of them would leave in a hurry.

However, Su Yan knew that the prescriptions he took and the fumigation had to be adjusted every other day, all because of Ale Tan's hands, even if the other party didn't show up, he never delayed his treatment.

"It's okay, but I can't talk to others. Thanks to Shenghan, I left some books for me, which just happened to be used to pass the time. Now I'm tired of reading, so I went out for a stroll." Su Yan replied honestly and tactfully.

Altan stepped forward, pulled down his veil and looked at his face: "Your complexion has improved a lot, and it is estimated that after two or three days of soaking in the medicinal bath, it will be almost the same. But the soup and medicine should continue to be taken, at least for another half a month."

As soon as the decoction was mentioned, Su Yan's mouth was full of bitterness like a conditioned reflex, and even his brows were wrinkled.Altan laughed and said, "I'll take you out for a walk in two days. Although this place is not as prosperous as the capital of Mingguo, it took a lot of ingenuity to build the city. There is a sub-city to the south where many Han people live , can let you hear the local accent."

Su Yan was so bored that his hair almost grew, and immediately suggested: "Why don't you go now? I think I'm almost ready."

Altan hesitated for a moment: "I still have some things to do today, let's do it tomorrow, and I will take you there at noon tomorrow."

"Is Sheng Khan very busy recently? In fact, I can go out by myself... Don't worry, I won't run away. After all, I don't know the place and the language." Su Yan pointed to his short hair and smiled self-deprecatingly He smiled, "I just found out that hanging hair is a punishment imposed on prisoners and slaves. If I was arrested again, I would have no face to ask Holy Khan to pay for ransom."

"……Good."

"what?"

"Long and short are fine."

Altan looked at Su Yan's short hair and the eyebrows tied on his forehead.Without the modification of long hair, the facial features will be more prominent, and all the delicacy and flaws will have nowhere to hide.In Altan's eyes, he couldn't see any flaws. He only felt that his Unig was so bright-eyed and agile, and the brilliance emitted by his frowns and smiles could absorb people's souls.

A dark green ribbon was tied behind his head, and a lot grew out, hanging down like a streamer, caressing his shoulders and neck with the wind... I don't know which one is smoother, the ribbon or his skin?Altan thought so, so he did so, stretched out his hand to wrap around the back of Su Yan's neck, and gently rubbed the side of his neck with his thumb.

Against the background of the dark palm, this cut neck looks more and more white and slender, and it can be easily broken with a little force.This feeling is very strange - he possesses the powerful power of destruction, but cautiously approaches and surrenders to beauty, like a tiger sniffing a rose.

The vitals were held in the palm of the hand, as if facing an ancient giant beast or god, under the crushing force, he had no power to resist, Su Yan instinctively became nervous.But this tension was quickly replaced by another strange feeling... The skin touched by the other party began to heat up faintly, trembling like an electric shock.Small clusters of electric current rushed from the scalp to the soles of the feet, and he vaguely felt the other party's fingers trembling.

Altan leaned over to him, his breath became hot and shattered, Su Yan took a step back suddenly as if he had just woken up from a dream, and grabbed the opponent's palm.

Panting for breath, he turned his back, held on to the railing and coughed for a while, his eyes filled with mist, but he knew that this was a bluff to cover up the shock in his heart at this moment—what the hell is going on? !It was like getting an electric shock, and I almost succumbed...

It wasn't so exaggerated when I touched it before!After all, the atmosphere just now was too weird.

Su Yan is 100% sure that he is a straight steel pipe. In his previous life, he had a girlfriend and a 200G treasure, and of course he will also in this life... Wait, this body is not his!Could it be that the problem lies here... the original owner is a gay guy whose legs go limp and heat when he sees a hunk?He took on the skin of the original owner, so he also inherited genes, hormones, etc., who knows what determines sexual orientation.

The more Su Yan thought about it, the more he felt that he had guessed the truth. He wanted to cry but had no tears, and all thoughts were lost. For a second, he even had the decisive thought of whether he could throw himself out and change his skin after turning over the railing of the high platform.

But this idea was quickly extinguished by rationality—what if he cast himself into the body of a daughter or even an animal next time?What if this time is the real death and the consciousness completely dissipates?Who knows what the consequences will be?

His life is his own, and no one can guarantee his life.

As the cough gradually subsided, Su Yan gradually calmed down.He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to waste the chance of rebirth that God gave him.He wants to live unyieldingly, and more importantly, to live a successful and valuable life.

No matter how bent the original owner's body was, his limbs were healthy, young and healthy.Thinking of the soldiers with missing arms and legs on the battlefield, and those frozen corpses buried in snowdrifts, how lucky he was not thrown into those bodies, and who has the right to blame others.

Su Yan let out a long breath, his complexion returned to normal, he turned around and said, "Just now, the cold wind was pouring into the intake pipe, I was rude. It seems that the injury is indeed not healed, I'd better go back to the temple and lie down. The Holy Khan takes care of everything every day, please Take it easy."

According to Beimo etiquette, he leaned forward and performed a boob salute before going back to the hall.Altan subconsciously wanted to hold his arm, but withdrew his hand halfway, and only said: "You take a good rest, and I will come to see you at noon tomorrow."

Altan left.Su Yan walked alone in the corridor outside the hall, as if he was deeply in a grotesque dream, a little out of his wits.

He stopped suddenly, turned his head and looked at the guards on duty standing upright in the corridor.

These are Altan's personal guards, and all of them are warriors selected from a hundred.As the facade of the royal court, they must not only be superior in force, but also have a mighty posture and a good appearance.

Su Yan took a few steps towards one of them slowly, and after hesitating again and again, he asked with a straight face: "Brother, since we are all men... don't you mind letting me touch it?"

The guard stared at him indifferently, with a look of vigilance and curiosity in his eyes, and did not answer.

Su Yan knew that the two sides did not understand each other's language, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and gave a soft "tsk" sound as if unwilling.

Someone behind him also gave a "tsk" as if to respond.Su Yan looked back, and the guard standing beside the pillar not far away blinked at him.

The guard looked very young, no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. His facial features were softer than those of other Beimo people, but he was taller and stronger, with blue eyes.Su Yan saw the characteristics of different races from him, and suspected that he was of mixed race.

The guard blinked again.Su Yan walked over slowly, and when he got close, he heard the other party say in a low voice in unfluent Chinese with a Northwest accent: "They all don't understand, except me. My mother is Han, My father is from Beimo and Asuo."

Oh, and then what?Su Yan motioned him to continue with his eyes.

This look strengthened the courage of the half-blood guard, and his voice became louder: "Why don't you touch me? I don't mind."

Touching anyone is the same, as long as it is a man.Su Yan stretched out his hand calmly.

The half-blood guard was a little surprised: "—is it right here?"

"Otherwise where is it?" Su Yan asked back, and put a cold hand into the skirt of his clothes, touching the flesh, and touched the chest muscles and abdominal muscles unceremoniously.

The half-blood guard was terrified by the ice, his pores stood up, and he still gritted his teeth.He looked at Su Yan's face who was close at hand, and his breathing was a little short: "How does it feel to the touch? Is it very strong?"

Su Yan murmured: "I feel...no feeling at all."

He withdrew his hand sullenly, and walked away absent-mindedly.

The mixed-race guard opened his mouth behind Su Yan, and found that he couldn't pronounce his name—is this short-haired beauty a slave serving in the palace?But she doesn't dress like a slave, and the eyebrows on her forehead look familiar...

"You're finished," said another guard at an adjacent post in Oarat.It was the guard who was the first to talk to Su Yan, but didn't answer because he couldn't understand Chinese.

The half-blood guard was full of frustration, and said angrily, "Go out and fight after changing the guard, let's see who is finished!"

The other party bared his teeth and smiled gloatingly: "You really don't know who he is? 'Unig who is worth a gold mine'...now you know! How dare you let him touch you with the hand that touches the tattoo of Holy Khan Belly, are you afraid that Sheng Khan will cut off all the skin and flesh on your body that he touched?"

The half-blood guard's expression gradually changed, and finally he gritted his teeth and said, "I will go and ask Sheng Khan for my sin. Whoever dares to tell the truth first, I will cut the throat of that person with all my might!"

Su Yan, who didn't know that he was in trouble, went back to the dormitory, plunged into the bed, frowning: Is this body crooked?If it wasn't, how could Altan get electrified at the touch of it?If so, it's still boring to touch a handsome mixed-race guy like this... Could it be a targeted bend?

Su Yan, who has been a straight man for half his life, really can't figure out how to do it.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it, don't worry about yourself, as for how to get along with Altan in the future... Let's talk about it when the time comes.

Su Yanqiang turned over half of "Feng Shen Yan Yi" and fell asleep in a daze.It's just that he couldn't be safe in his dream. He rode a horse, climbed a mountain, and fell from mid-air on a sand dune. When he rolled down, he grabbed a huge golden ring on the slope and woke up gasping for breath.

The dream was blurred all night, so that I couldn't sleep well, and the next day I was sleepy and lacked energy, and my appetite also decreased.The maid was worried about the recurrence of her illness, so she asked the guard to report it to the Holy Khan.

Altan came here before noon, an hour earlier than promised yesterday.At that time, Su Yan was lying on the window sill like a salted fish, looking down at the small river that crosses the palace. There was a five-storey pavilion on the other side of the river. He didn't understand the Beimo script on the plaque, but luckily there were three Chinese characters beside it—— - "Drip Tower".

A window facing the river on the upper floor was bricked to death. Compared with other windows, it was very eye-catching, and it was obviously sealed later.Su Yan was a little curious, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

A big hand stretched out from behind, covered his brows and eyes, and gently pulled him back.Then he heard the sound of the window closing.

"...Holy Khan?" Su Yan called out in a low voice, a little flustered in his heart, worried that the feeling of over-electricity that made his body numb and his legs weak would reappear.

But fortunately, that hand soon let go.Su Yan turned around quickly, and stepped back calmly.

Altan wore a smoky-yellow robe decorated with clouded leopard fur today, braided his snow-white curly hair into a loose long braid, and draped it over one shoulder.

Su Yan noticed that on the side where he didn't wear braids, he was wearing a thin and large hoop gold earring on one side, hanging on the side of his neck and shaking slightly, he couldn't help but sighed from the bottom of his heart: gold and black leather are really a match made in heaven!It looks mysterious, wild, and lustful...

Wait, what the hell is "color gas"? !The golden ring caught in the dream last night suddenly flashed in Su Yan's mind, and his whole body was like a thunderbolt.

Seeing him in a daze, Altan frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Are you looking at the building across the river?"

Su Yan gave a absent-minded "hmm".

"Don't read it in the future." Altan said, "I will order someone to dismantle it."

"It's a good building, why do you want to demolish it? It's very well built. Really, it has high artistic value. It's a pity to demolish it. It's better to leave it as a cultural heritage for future generations." Su Yan tried to persuade the other party.

However, Altan said unquestionably: "There is no reason, I demolish it whenever I want. Not to mention just a building, even if it is the entire city of Qilehelin, it is only a matter of my thought to destroy or preserve it."

Su Yan was very surprised: "What? Don't tell me you've never thought of moving the capital?" That's not right. On the archaeological program, it was clearly stated that within a few years after Altan came to the throne, he moved the royal court to Qile and Lin. .Are the historical records wrong?

Hearing this, Altan narrowed his golden pupils like a warning beast: "Moving the capital...who told you about it?"

"No one mentioned it. I just figured it out by myself. Shenghan knows that I can't speak Beimo dialect, so I can't talk to anyone." Su Yan was in a bad mood, quickly calmed down, and analyzed calmly, "These days are idle. Thinking it’s okay, I found a map of Beimo and compared it with the history books. I found that Qile and Lin are the most suitable capitals of Beimo. First, it’s geographical location, where three rivers meet, the water and grass are abundant, and the climate is relatively pleasant. Part of the land is available for farming."

Su Yan paused for a moment, and swallowed back the words "Looking north and south with the capital of the Great Ming Dynasty, it can be a confrontation".

"Second, it has a long history. Qile and Lin are the capitals of the former North Dynasty. From the city walls to the palaces and dwellings, there is a certain cultural accumulation. It also has the custom of intermarriage of different races, which can promote the integration of Chinese and foreign ethnic groups. Better absorb knowledge and technology from all sides and accelerate the process of civilization.

"Third, the current location of the Holy Khan's Golden King's Court should still be in the headquarters of Oara. Although it is suitable for grazing, it is located west to north, too close to the extreme north. There is a big country that is constantly expanding, such as the extreme north. They are as strong and warlike as bears, so it is not suitable to border, and a buffer zone must be established between the borders."

Altan listened silently, and understood some unheard-of words in his words while linking back and forth.After all, it is not a native language, so it is a bit difficult to understand, but it is not too weird.

Hearing the "buffer zone", he twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly: "Is it like Mingguo burning wasteland outside the Hetao? Turning half of the Yunnei plain near the Great Wall into scorched earth, so that my war horses, cattle and sheep can't eat a whole lot." root pasture."

In fact, Su Yan felt that Daming's plan of burning wasteland was not wise, but just a helpless expedient measure.He shook his head and smiled wryly: "Perhaps there is a more suitable method... I believe there will be one in the future."

Altan seemed to be touched, but also seemed to be just lazily listening to an interesting talk, without showing much emotion.

He took the fox fur cloak hanging on the hanger and wrapped it around Su Yan, motioning for Su Yan to follow him.

Su Yan wasted his words in vain, feeling a little resentful, when Altan, who was about to walk to the gate of the palace, suddenly turned around and said seriously: "Don't tell anyone else what you said to me just now. "

Su Yan was startled, and immediately understood what the other party meant, with a slight smile on his lips.

——Altan did not turn a deaf ear to the suggestion of moving the capital.On the contrary, he listened to it, or rather, it coincided with a hazy idea deep in his heart.Maybe it's because the time hasn't come yet, and the monarch doesn't want anyone to pry into his mind.

"Did Holy Khan...have murderous intentions on me just now?" Su Yan asked a taboo question out of nowhere.

Altan stared at him sideways for a long time, and finally said: "No. I will keep you by my side forever."

"But I'm not from Beimo after all, so it's inevitable that I will feel nostalgic for my homeland." Even if the time travel is not history, but a parallel world, Su Yan also wants to visit the "Da Ming" in this world.

As soon as Altan grasped his wrist: "The territory under my rule is your country, and where I am is your home. Unig, you are mine."

Su Yan frowned, wanting to say that I belong to myself.

But the gate of the palace had already been opened by the guards, and Altan dragged Su Yan into the corridor.He has tall legs and long legs, and one step is two steps faster than ordinary people. Su Yan can't keep up with his pace, and he is also recovering from illness, panting while walking.

Seeing this, Aletan hugged him without saying a word—he wanted him to sit on his shoulders, but Su Yan exclaimed, as if he couldn't accept it, so Aletan took the next best thing and let him sit on his shoulders. He sits in his arms.

Although the arms beneath him were as strong as a rock, and his fingers were firmly clasped on his waist and legs, Su Yan was still a little flustered, and one hand tightly grasped Altan's shoulder.

When they walked through the corridor of the palace, the guards on both sides bowed and saluted.One of the half-breed guards peeps at San Khan with his love... slave?fox?A cold sweat broke down my back.

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