Reincarnation of the powerful minister

"350 carts of tea, [-] carts of refined salt, and [-] carts of silk."

Wodan lifted the oilcloth covering the car, took out a piece of tight brown tea cake, weighed it, and sniffed it, then handed it to Al Tan, and said excitedly, "It's the best tea cake. A piece of cake is seven taels, and there is no cutting corners at all."

Altan picked up a pinch of tea, chewed it in his mouth, nodded and said, "It's true. The other party is so generous, what is he trying to trade with me, Bei Mo?"

Wo Dan said: "He said that he would only give it away and not sell it. It was a belated gift to the Holy Khan's ceremony to sacrifice to heaven."

Altan sneered: "It's not a deal, it's just another plan. The other party is so clear about the supplies we urgently need at present, and the timing of delivering them to our door is just right. It seems that the plan is not small."

Wu Dan frowned when he heard the words: "It's not a sincere gift, so let's return it. No matter how short we are of tea and salt, we don't want congratulatory gifts wrapped in conspiracies. Altan, if you don't want to see him, I'll send him away." Walk."

Altan patted Wodan on the shoulder: "No, I plan to see him."

The meeting place was arranged in a side hall in the front court of the royal palace.The other party is only allowed to bring entourages of less than [-]. After strict inspection at the gate of the palace, it is confirmed that they are not carrying gunpowder, firearms and other destructive dangerous goods before entering the side hall.

For a sincere gift giver, this meeting condition is not polite, it can even be said to be arrogant. If it is a little bit more temperamental, it might just walk away.However, the man readily accepted it, which made Wudan think that Altan's suspicion was very reasonable, and that the other party must have some ulterior motives.

So he took the royal tent's personal guards, fully armed, and stood around Shenghan early in the morning, waiting for the Central Plains man who refused to reveal his name in advance to appear on the stage.

Sure enough, that man brought only a dozen attendants, except one of them was wearing a blood-red robe, his face was covered with a bronze mask, and his hands were tightly covered by leather gloves, the rest were all black swordsmen.

The black-clothed swordsmen lined up behind him in two rows, obviously serving as his guards, while the red-robed man who entered the hall last stood alone in a corner, quite far away from both sides, making it impossible to guess the identity of this man.

Altan was in the main seat, with his body half-slanted, resting his left elbow on the armrest, and resting his fingers on the side of his face, he was calm and pretentious.After sweeping across everyone in the hall, his sharp eyes stopped on the Central Plains man in the hall who was wearing a long gown.

This is an elegant young man, dressed as white as snow, without a crown on his head, letting his long black hair cascade down behind him, tied with a white rope at the end.Standing in the hall, the posture is like a crane facing the water, with a refined demeanor.

He gracefully made a Namaste salute to Altan, and said in a manly voice: "Layman Yunhe, I have seen the Holy Khan. If the Holy Khan doesn't mind, he can call me 'Mr. Crane'."

The Imperial Court of Daming has already said that it does not recognize the title of "Heaven" that Altan gave before his "Holy Khan" at the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. The crime of charming the enemy.And this Mr. Crane came from the Central Plains, but he called him "Heavenly Saint Khan" without any scruples. From this word alone, Altan could see that the other party and Mingting were not on the right track.

"Are you the one who gave the gift?" Altan asked in Chinese with no expression on his face.

Mr. Crane smiled: "No, I'm just the courier. I'm responsible for delivering the [-] carts of congratulatory gifts to Beimo safely, and showing my sincerity to Shenghan in order to establish an alliance and lay the foundation for future win-win cooperation."

"It's frank, and you will tell the whole story when you meet. Since you are just the carrier, who is the gift giver?"

Mr. Crane's smile is like a snow mountain that never melts all year round: "The chess player."

Altan's golden pupils shrank suddenly, his eyes darkened, and he said in a stern voice, "Say it again, who is it?"

"The player."

Altan slapped the armrest with his left hand, stood tall, pulled out the scimitar worn at his waist with his right hand, and threw it at Mr. He.

Black and white patterns are all over the body of the scimitar. It is made of the hardest woozi steel, and the blade is extremely sharp.What's more, the sword thrower's physical strength is astonishing, the knife whizzed across half of the hall, it was like thunder crashing into the sky, lightning splitting the sky, and it seemed that Mr. He would be pierced on the spot.

Mr. He's martial arts realm is already top-notch. Although he is not good at moves, the true energy in his body cannot be underestimated.But in the face of this oncoming knife, he was suppressed by the unbreakable aura, and his true energy froze for a moment.

At a critical moment, the red-robed man standing alone at the corner of the hall made a move, and the flicking knife on his waist was unsheathed.

The tip of the rubbing knife hit the Uzi steel blade surface of the scimitar, and the tip of the knife shattered instantly, and then the force rebounded, cracks appeared on the body of the knife, and finally fell to the ground.

Although the scimitar was not damaged, the force poured into it was weakened by this block, and the castration was also slowed down a bit.

Mr. He seized this vitality, twirled his robe sleeves, his true energy formed a centrifugal force, and finally flicked off the scimitar when it was close to him, it was safe and sound.

Altan turned his head to look at the man in the red robe.

Mr. He looked calm on the surface at the moment, but cold sweat was seeping from his back.Only he himself knew how close he was to death at that moment, like a prey firmly locked by the sight of a predator.

"...I don't think I have any disrespect to the Holy Khan, and the chess player has never met the Holy Khan. Why did he attract such a thunderous anger? I hope the Holy Khan will give me some instructions." Mr. He tried his best to calmly speak. said the voice.

Altan withdrew his gaze full of scrutiny and fighting spirit from the man in the red robe, and asked Mr. Crane, "Did the chess player make a deal with Heiduo? Heiduo gave him the devil's pill and joined forces with him." Provoking disputes between the Ming Kingdom and the Beimo tribes, and Yi Zhe agreed to help Heiduo regain the Beicheng throne of the Ta'er Heci clan, right?"

Hearing the words "Devil's Pill", the red-robed man's leather-covered hands clenched tightly like convulsions, and then slowly released them.

Mr. Crane thought about it for a second, and understood the key point.When Heiduo, the great shaman, was in Altan's hands, he must have been unable to survive the punishment and revealed the deal with the player.Now that this matter has been exposed, it is meaningless to deny it. It is better to admit it first and then resolve it.

So he said: "There was indeed a transaction between Yi Zhe and Heiduo Dawu. The purpose was to cause turmoil on the border of Ming Country, not against Sheng Khan. At this time, at that time, Beimo is now under the control of Sheng Khan. Yi Zhe and Sheng Khan The sincerity of Khan's cooperation is evident every day."

Altan said: "Because of your deal, Heiduo poisoned my father Khan, turned him into a puppet with pills, and finally died under the knife of Uharang. Heiduo died, but the enemy I also want to count a share on the heads of you players!"

While Mr. He was secretly wondering whether he could walk out of the palace today, he showed a surprised and sincere expression: "We really don't know what Heiduo is going to do with the pills. At that time, he only explained the nature of the medicine and deliberately downplayed the addictive nature... By the way, the player himself is also taking the pill. This evidence should prove that we are not in the same boat as Heiduo."

The player is indeed taking medicine, but each time he only pinches off a portion as big as the nail cap, what about the rest?The man in red thought coldly.

Altan was silently thinking about something.

Mr. He seized the opportunity and continued to puff his lips and wag his tongue: "It is the destiny of the Heavenly Holy Khan to unify the Northern Desert. Whether it is Tatar or Heiduo, it may be all set up by Changshengtian on the way to the throne of the Holy Khan. Now the Holy Khan is only one step away from the ultimate goal, and the players are willing to help us to overthrow Ming Ting and redefine the sphere of influence."

Altan finally spoke: "How to divide?"

Mr. He was overjoyed, and said loudly: "Take the Yellow River as the boundary."

Altan snorted disdainfully: "Could it be that my Northern Desert cavalry can't hit the Yellow River?"

Only then did Mr. He throw out the bait unhurriedly: "The sixteen prefectures of Youyun belong to Sheng Khan."

This is the land of the Central Plains that fell into the hands of foreign races for more than a hundred years, and the founding emperor of Daming went through many Northern Expeditions before retaking it from Beicheng!Covering the strategically important places such as the capital, northern Hebei, and northern Shanxi, Mr. He is now about to give it up with the light words "All belong to the Holy Khan".

If there were officials or common people present at this time, they would definitely be furious when they heard the words, but to the Lord of the Northern Desert, it was a grand gift and an extremely high achievement.Mr. Crane believes that there is no khan who will not be tempted by this, absolutely not.

Altan fell silent again.Mr. He couldn't see his true thoughts from his face.

After a while, he said: "Recently, the wind and snow have continued and the road is difficult. You may wish to stay in Qile and Lin Panhuan for a few days. The sub-city in the south is temporarily allocated for your residence."

He neither agreed nor refused, but they were detained even with their car.

Mr. He was still trying to figure out the thoughts of this young but experienced Lord of the Northern Desert, Altan had already turned and left the side hall.

Wo Dan walked up to Mr. He, picked up the scimitar on the ground, checked it and found a little crack on the blade, and yelled a few Beimo dialects at the red-robed man provocatively and dissatisfied.

The man in red pretended not to hear, left Mr. He and a group of black-clothed swordsmen, and walked out of the palace gate.

When walking down the steps, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a figure passing by in the corridor not far away. For some reason, he suddenly felt palpitations. When he turned his head to look intently, there was no one at the end of the empty corridor.

Altan came out from the back door of the side hall, striding across the corridor.Su Yan poked his head out from the small door next to him, and called out, "Holy Khan."

"Eavesdropping in the back compartment?" Altan didn't show any surprise.

Su Yan smiled embarrassingly, and said: "I heard that there are people from the Central Plains who take the initiative to ask for a meeting and give gifts. I'm a little curious."

"Since you've heard it all, what's your suggestion?" Altan originally wanted to say "thoughts", but before he exited, he replaced it with a more substantive "suggestion".

Su Yan said: "Yes, but I don't want to say it in the corridor where people come and go."

"...I thought you didn't want to be alone in the room with me again." Altan said, turning his face to the open space under the courtyard, unwilling to let him see the joy that he couldn't hide from the corners of his brows and eyes.

Apart from being embarrassed, Su Yan felt a little guilty and soft-hearted. "I didn't mean that," he whispered. "In this royal palace, the Holy Khan is the master and I am the guest. There is no reason for a guest not to let the master into the house."

Altan suddenly turned back to look at him, and said decisively: "You are not a guest, you are my Ke Dun, and also the master of this place!"

"Really? But my half master can't even come in and out of the palace gate at will."

Altan choked, took a deep breath, and sighed softly: "Okay, I won't restrict your freedom anymore, but I have one request... request, if you decide to leave Qi Le and Lin, please tell me in advance, Listen to what I have to say, will you?"

Su Yan thought about it, and felt that this was the minimum respect and courtesy, so he nodded and said, "I promise you."

After Altan said this, his heart felt tight, he left Su Yan with a sullen face and walked quickly to the bedroom. After walking several tens of feet, he turned back suddenly and carried Su Yan on his shoulder.

Su Yan was stunned and thumped his back protestingly: "I told you not to carry it on your shoulders, I'm not a sack!"

So Altan changed from carrying to hugging, and Su Yan was much more comfortable than before, so he didn't thump and walk on the ground by himself, but habitually hooked his arms around the opponent's shoulders.

Altan hugged the rare and docile Unig, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.