Reincarnation of the powerful minister

The great expanse in the hinterland of the Northern Desert is not flat. It is covered with undulating sand dunes and small and barren hills of earth and rocks. As far as the eye can see, it is boundless, extending all the way to the mountains on the distant horizon.And those mountains seem to be in the sky forever, and it is difficult to get close no matter how long you walk.

In the cold winter, the sandy ground is dotted with clusters of vegetation. When you get closer, you can see that they are all withered thorn grass. Not to mention war horses, even camels can't chew these shrunken grass roots.In addition, there are dead trees that have been dead for a long time. The gray-black branches stand upright on the sandy soil. They are useless except to prop up a layer of felt blanket and act as a temporary tent.

This plateau desert is bigger than Jing Hongzhui imagined. Although it is definitely not boundless, people who are not familiar with the terrain can easily get lost without a local guide.And it is undoubtedly a hell of hunger and cold, except for the ice edges frozen in the cracks of the rocks, there is nothing to eat.

Fasting for seven days is not the limit of hunger for him, but the old horse picked up from the battlefield is about to be unable to hold on.However, he still insisted on driving it northward, because it was not only a mount, but also the only food reserve.

He would not kill the horse unless absolutely necessary.

At dusk on the eighth day, he finally walked out of the vast sea.The old horse had already knelt down, and when Jing Hongzhui pulled out his long sword with a serious expression, he suddenly saw a lone wolf on the top of a small hill two sand dunes away.

The presence of wolves means that the sheep are not far away.

Jing Hong chased and killed the wolf, and after drinking the wolf's blood, let the horse lick some salty blood, and finally found the place marked on the map in a sheltered valley covered with tall grass not far from here. "Weilo Town" - it turned out that he didn't go in the wrong direction, but that this tribe migrated in winter, and moved to a warmer valley together with the dome tents.

He exchanged news with a shepherd boy using the intact wolf skin and head that he had peeled off: A few days ago, a cavalry army passed by here, and after collecting some pasture, he headed north to the capital.

The capital of the kingdom... Sure enough, he was going to kill Hu Cheng.Jing Hongzhui was not completely sure that Lord Su was taken away by this cavalry army, but this was the clearest clue he got after parting ways with the two scouts of the Jingbei Army.

After feeding the horses, he decided to travel day and night to Qile and Lin, hundreds of miles away, to continue to inquire about Master Su's whereabouts.

It was the second day after the palace banquet that Su Yan discovered the strangeness—whether the maids or guards in the palace treated him with far more respect than before.Almost every time he walked a short distance, some palace people bowed to him and saluted him, saying: "Keep Dun Wanan."

This so-called "Kedun" is a bit familiar. It seems that at the palace banquet last night, Altan mentioned it in his speech and in the toasts of the leaders... Su Yan was trying to remember, and a promise suddenly jumped out of his mind:

I will declare to the entire northern desert that you are Altan Khan's only Ketun, and I will give you the most solemn wedding on the grassland.

Ke Dun... is a respectful name for Khan's first wife, similar to queens and empresses!Su Yan finally realized that Altan held his hand last night and announced something to the leaders of the tribes, and suddenly there was a thunderbolt.

This Altan first used detoxification as an excuse to cheat the marriage, and then used the method of public opinion to force the marriage, keeping him in the dark every time, there is no reason!Co-authored to catch his sore feet that don't understand the language and desperately squeeze the wool?Su Yan gritted his teeth angrily.

Although when talking about the next plan with Horton, he asked himself in a strange way whether he should agree to Altan's marriage proposal.But planning comes down to planning. It's really uncomfortable to be caught off guard before you figure out how to make the two countries truce, okay?

Anyway, the marriage is impossible to get married, but we can't just sit and watch Altan be killed by Lao Ye and Lao Huo's swindle, or be killed by some unknown reason in a few years.

Su Yan believed that this Holy Khan was the most civilized and forward-looking one among the many leaders of the Northern Desert who lived in Ming Dynasty.According to the research of later generations, it is said that he is quite yearning for the culture of the Central Plains, and he has left many lyrics imitating Chinese. It stands to reason that the probability of successful peaceful negotiations with him should be the highest.

If Altan lived to be a hundred years old and was ambitious to take control of the Central Plains, Da Ming would inevitably add a neighboring and powerful enemy, fearing that the country would be unstable.

But if Al Tan died young like in history, and the tribes in the Northern Desert fell into chaos and poverty again, they would harass Da Ming more frequently in order to survive.For more than a hundred years since then, Da Ming has to spend a lot of military and financial resources on the Great Wall border defense and natural disasters, and his control of the Liaodong Women's Straight Section has gradually become incapable, so that in the end he was bitten by the throat by an unfamiliar wild boar.

It is necessary to keep Altan alive and prevent him from invading Da Ming... This challenge is a bit difficult, Su Yan sighed silently.

He was at a loss for what to do for a while, after much deliberation, he decided to talk to Altan first, find a suitable opportunity, and present his initial plan for the future development of Beimo to the other party, see if it can be adopted, and then discuss together later and improve specific implementation strategies.

Who knows that Altan is not in the palace, nor in the city.

Only a Han official who had worked in the clerk of the Tatar royal family was arranged in advance to be his husband and teach Beimo language and writing.

He learned from the clerk that the Holy Khan issued an order to dispatch troops last night, and this morning he and a group of generals each led a team to meet the Jingbei Army that frequently attacked and burned the grasslands recently.

"'Unig, don't worry, I will come back two days before the wedding, and marry my Ketun with the most solemn ceremony'—the Holy Khan ordered his servants to bring these words with them." The clerk said .

Su Yan's face was about to turn red with embarrassment, he waved his hands and said, "Stop talking about this, sir, what shall we learn in the first lesson?"

The clerk said: "Why don't you learn the marriage customs of Beimo first? In case Ke Dun doesn't know how to deal with it when the time comes."

Su Yan: ...

You can't get around the topic of urging marriage, no matter what dynasty or generation, it's a tough topic, right?

Wodan did not go with Altan this time, because the army did not dispatch all of them, only tens of thousands of horses were dispatched, and the rest were still stationed outside Qile and Lincheng.Altan entrusted Su Yan's personal safety to him.Secondly, in the vice city in the south, Mr. He, who has ulterior motives, and hundreds of his bodyguards and horse servants are being detained in the name of "guest". They must be supervised.

Mr. Crane sent people to ask twice, hoping that Altan would give a clear answer, whether to form an alliance with the player.Odandai Altan replied: "The Holy Khan's wedding is coming soon, so I can't take care of this matter for the time being. I will reply to you sir after the ceremony is over in ten days."

Altan is getting married?Why is this item not included in the information provided by the Seven Killing Battalion?Mr. He was a little surprised, and asked the red-robed man who was traveling with him - Lian Qinghan, the leader of the Seven Killing Camp.

The camp owner said coldly: "Because there wasn't one in the first place. He suddenly wanted to marry someone overnight, wouldn't he still ask me for an auspicious date?"

Mr. He exercised his kung fu and adjusted his breath, telling himself that it is important to cultivate Qi, and then smiled: "Then, please ask the camp owner to find out, who is this Ke Dun who Altan is going to marry?"

"What does he have to do with me marrying a cat and a dog?" The camp owner asked back, "Did I be sent here to ensure a smooth trip to Beimo, or to satisfy your curiosity and voyeurism?"

Mr. He exercised his energy and adjusted his breath, telling himself that nourishing Qi is really important, and continued to smile: "This statement is not good. Altan accepted the gift, but he has an ambiguous attitude towards the alliance. The wedding may be just an excuse. Let's explore first. Only by knowing the internal situation and knowing yourself and the enemy can you win a hundred battles."

The camp owner was silent for a while, turned and left the lobby without saying a word.

Mr. He knew that this meant he had accepted what he said and planned to take action. "Although they are much smarter than the previous two, they never meddle in other people's business, but they are also more difficult to get along with." He shook his head and said, and sat down, facing the mess on the table with his left hand and right hand.

The camp owner ordered two blood-eyed assassins to go to the main city to inquire about Altan's marriage. He really didn't want to be in the same room with Mr. He, so he went to the backyard to check the replenishment of supplies for the return trip.

Just in time, a vacuum incense master who was in charge of purchasing came back with a wine bottle, tossed an object adorned with a silver chain and inlaid with precious stones up and down in his hand, humming a ditty triumphantly.

—that was a scythe.The moment he saw the appearance of the fire scythe, the face of the camp owner changed suddenly, only covered by a bronze mask, and others could not see the clue.

With a flash of his figure, he flew in front of the incense master, directly blocking the opponent's path.

Xiangzhu suddenly saw the blood red in front of his eyes, he almost bumped into it, backed away in fright, shook the scythe in his hand, and touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Taking the opportunity, the camp owner stretched out his right hand wearing a black leather sheath, caught the fire scythe, held it tightly in his palm, and asked in a cold and hoarse voice: "Where did you get this fire scythe?!"

Not to mention the Seven Killing Camp, even Mr. He's direct subordinates, who wouldn't be afraid of the leader of the Seven Killing Camp, whose red clothes are like blood and methods are like evil spirits?The incense master stuttered and said, "I bought it..."

"Who sold it to you? Where is it?"

"It's a local snake in the market in this city, named Zhang San."

"Bring the man over—immediately!"

The sound of "immediately" brought out the sharpness of a blade. The Lord Xiang touched his neck and hurried out to find someone.It didn't take long to drag the cursing middle-aged Han man over.

The camp owner took out the newly replaced Mosao knife at his waist, and the frost blade lit up inch by inch from the red slanted leather sheath, and the cold light radiated a murderous look all over the courtyard.

Zhang San soon became discouraged, knelt down in front of him, and confessed everything, saying that he usually raised a lot of little ghosts who specialize in stealing, and he stole it from a young man at the market two days ago.He saw that although it was just a scythe, it was wrapped in jade and inlaid with pearls, and he knew it was a good product, so he wanted to find a wealthy buyer so that he could make more money.

Mr. Hao Jiahe, who gave five hundred cars as a gift, was so missed.When Zhang San came to their residence, he was stopped by the guards and couldn't enter. When he was wandering, he met the incense master who was happy to see something. After bargaining with the other party, he exchanged the fire sickle for [-] catties of tea.

"What does that young man look like? How does he dress up?" The camp owner interrupted him, asking in a serious voice.

"This, this is not very clear, after all, they are all seven or eight-year-old brats..." Seeing the light of the knife, Zhang San immediately called out, "By the way, a brat said that the man was a little strange, obviously a The Han people, however, have strange short hair, wear narrow-sleeved Hu clothes, and a fox-fur cloak. They are dressed more noblely than the Tatar leaders, and there is Asowei as an attendant. I don’t know who it is.”

Short hair... a fugitive from the Central Plains who was tortured?The brocade clothes may be the favorite slaves of some Tatar nobles.

Ordinarily, Qinghe should be serving as the supervisor of the army in Taiyuan, Shanxi at this moment. Why did the scythe he wears appear on the body of a fugitive or slave in Beimowangcheng?Was it stolen by the other party when they ran into each other at the border of Daming?Or is there something else strange... The camp owner had a headache thinking about it, and his heart and fingers seemed to convulse and tremble in the pain of extreme hunger, and he tightly clenched the handle of the Mosha knife.

An ominous premonition hung over his heart like a cloud, prompting him to find out the short-haired boy and find out the truth of the inside story.