The Heaven of Eternal Life (Three)

At night, the stars on the grassland were as big as buckets, and thin mist rose from the green grass, slowly putting a veil on the earth. When the autumn wind blew, the thin layer of sand rolled on the tip of the grass like smoke, dreamily like a sing of Sanskrit. The horses who came out to eat night grass immediately revealed most of their bodies in the grass, but their four hooves were still shrouded in the fog. From a distance, they were suspected to be Mu Wang’s eight horses traveling, but these eight horses had already reproduced in groups, thousands of horses and tens of horses were more than ten thousand horses.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and it is a little cold in the middle of the night. The warriors of the Jinshan tribe wore fur coats and surrounded Guantong's tent. Without permission, even a mosquito could not fly in. There are several teams of warriors patrolling the night before waiting for battle. There are no slight movements, and they immediately pounce on them like arrows off the string.

Today, a mysterious figure lived in their tribe. A large number of "Dashi" merchants wearing headscarves came with this mysterious figure. I wonder what business they were talking about with the Taiwei Lord. Anyway, all the leaders of various tribes in Jinshan were here and they had not even been so busy in wars.

"Agudam (Broad), hey, Agudam, what kind of guest was here today? The Taiwei was very polite to him."! The night patrol warrior Bagen (Zuzi) whispered to the centurion leading the team. The centurion Agudam is also strange. Since he went out to hunt with the Taiwei, he has been distracted every day when he came back, and he looks like a profound and final test, and sometimes he laughs secretly. However, this kid has been abnormal since he was a child. When other boys learn to ride horses, he

He read this book by the Han people and played with the girl. If his good friend Bagen had not protected him, he would have been smashed into mud by children of the same age every day. In the past two years, Lao Guantong promoted new talents in the Jinshan tribe. Agudamu was appreciated because he could speak Chinese and could negotiate prices with adventure merchants secretly from a tribe to a clerk. Bagen was promoted from an ordinary soldier to a centurion because of his strong recommendation.

Agudam glanced at Bagen, without saying a word, and signaled him to patrol the night and not to make any mistakes. His dull appearance even aroused Bagen's curiosity.

'That person doesn't look like Huihui. His eyes are black, so he should be a female straight person'! Bagan couldn't get the answer, so he had to guess slowly in his heart.

‘It is also possible that they are Han people. The female straight people are not good at doing business. Besides, the two families had a grudge back then, which cannot be resolved in a day or two’! He immediately put forward another assumption.

The second assumption was immediately refuted with sufficient reasons, "How dare the Han people come to us? Unless he is tired of living, our Grand Marshal will not kill him, and their court will also kill him."

'That's not necessarily. The man named Wang didn't live a good life in the Wengniu Te tribe. The leader of the Wengniu Te tribe even said he would promise his daughter to him.' Some impossible things happened every day, beyond his straight-hearted shepherd's ability to think.

The person who came today was so strange. Not only did he bring a lot of merchants, but he also had more than 40 guards, he should be a leader. It is said that the Grand Marshal gave his tent to him to live in, which was a manner that the court officials did not have when they came. What was even more strange was that this person did not give in and moved in directly. What puzzled everyone the most was that there were no guards he brought around tonight, and all the guards were rushed to other tents to rest. The one who guarded him tonight was the most powerful samurai in the Jinshan tribe of Mongolia. If Guan Tong wanted to kill him, he just needed to nod and the entire tent would disappear in an instant.

"Agudamum", the more Bagen thought about it, the more he felt that there must be something strange. Seeing that his team of people had left away from the tent, he couldn't help but whisper and asked again: "Agudamum, just tell us, can't I invite you to drink? This person is so powerful, he must not be a businessman. With his courage, I think he is a big hero."

The more Bagen said, the more excited he became. Agudam frowned and whispered, "Don't guess randomly, Yan said, don't ask everyone to guess randomly, you don't mean to say randomly." Then he turned his head and told all his subordinates, "You must pretend that you have not seen or heard about what happened tonight. You will know in two days. If anyone is impatient and opens his mouth bigger than a tent, don't blame me for not saving you."

The friends shrugged and stopped talking. This matter was evil, and the whole autumn was evil. It was said that at this time of year, Nayan should order the slaughter of animals. If they don’t do anything, the animals will lose weight when the grass turns yellow, and they can’t save much meat. How can they survive the winter? Not only did they not let the slaughter, they also tried hard to gain weight in autumn. Is there no winter here this year? Or are the leaders frozen by the cold and are ready to move. The road to migration has long been broken. The east is the Zhenbei Army, and the west is the emperor who can write Chinese poems, regardless of the life or death of the Jinshan tribe. And the arrogant Erqin tribe have already spoken out. If the Jinshan tribe dares to migrate to their territory, they will definitely fight each other, no matter who is his descendants.

"Agudam", "Agudam", a messenger hurriedly watched the direction of the boy's stay tonight, running and shouting in a low voice.

"What's the matter?" Agudam stopped the team and welcomed the orders.

The messenger took out a piece of sheepskin from his arms and stuffed it directly into Agudamum's hand. He whispered: "The Grand Marshal asked you to take your troops to seal the valley entrance fifty miles northwest. Don't let anyone go west. Don't ask if you see a suspicious person, kill them immediately. See other things on the way."

"Yes"! Agudamu was happy and turned his head to greet the team, "Go back, lead the horse, and set off west of the tribe after half a stick of incense. Be careful not to wake up others."

Everyone knew something big happened, and they were in a panic and rushed back to their tent as quickly as possible. The sound of low and rapid footsteps sounded in every corner of the tribe. Teams of direct soldiers were sent out by Guantong to block the intersections to the west. Although the grassland was vast, even the eagles didn't have to fly out of the center of the Jinshan tribe in the past two days. If they wanted to escape Guantong's direct descendants, unless the informant had the courage to cross the desert.

The guest was the king of Yan Zhu Di. Guan Tong returned to the tribe before his feet, and Zhu Di arrived. The tribal meeting in Liaoyang was left to Chang Mao and Mei Yi. When Zhu Di entered the tribe, he only brought more than forty followers. Like Guan Tong entered Liaoyang, he disguised himself as a big food merchant who did business. In order to show his sincerity, the Zhenbei Army, who was protecting him, was left a hundred miles away. That night, Zhu Di ignored Zhang Zhengxin's dissuasion and had a lot of fun with Guan Tong, Chen Tianxing and the other two. After getting drunk, he immediately lived in Guan Tong's tent, and all the guards on the night were held by the Mongols.

When Zhu Di fell asleep, Guantong and Chen Tianxing tiptoed out of the tent and came to the large tent where the Jinshan tribe was discussing daily. The leaders of the Jinshan tribe, all the leaders were waiting in the tent for a long time. At the critical moment of determining the fate of the tribe, who could still feel sleepy?

Guantong drank a bowl of milk tea, coughed twice, suppressed everyone's discussion, and asked in a low voice: "Everyone, you have seen him today, tell me how you feel"!

"Even if the late emperor is alive, he does not have this kind of demeanor." Several nobles from the Jinshan tribe were completely impressed and answered in a verbal manner.

"I heard rumors on the grassland that Changshengtian would bring down a hero, leading us out of the cold desert north, and recreate the glory of Genghis Khan. I didn't expect it to be him." Bayin, a nobleman who was close to Chen Tianxing (Hu and Lu) echoed with him.

"I heard Master Zhaoxu's prediction half a year ago. At that time, there was a picture of a hero painted by a blind man, which was really the same as this person." Someone promised it with confidence.

"I heard from Hu Helu that he is Narentoya's son. It seems that he was pregnant with him first before being taken away by Zhu Yuanzhang on the way home to visit relatives. He is the bones and blood of the late emperor."

"But he doesn't look much like the late emperor in his later years. It's a bit similar to the portrait of the late emperor when he was young." Some people were suspicious, but his questions were immediately suppressed by everyone's discussion. "The late emperor didn't have so much sorrow when he was young, so he naturally looked similar. When he was old, he returned to the north and was in a bad mood, so of course he didn't look like him. You see, he looks more like Zhu Yuanzhang or more like the late emperor."

"Don't say much, this matter is important, and it cannot be spread indiscriminately. Anyway, you don't have to stay in this place where the camels are frozen this winter. You will only see the green in a year and have a half year. If you stay there, you don't have to shake the Northern Army. God will clean us up." Some people are more realistic.

"What canned factory did those Han people in Peking build in Kaiyuan? How much meat do we have? How much does he collect? How much money do we pay? It's much more refreshing than the Semen people." Alatan Ula, a nobleman who has been to Liaoyang, stood on Guantong's side without hesitation. The obvious interests are the best lobbyists.

"I always feel sorry for the emperor."

"Bah, is the emperor worthy of us? He knows how to recite poems from Han people every day and doesn't care about anything. In the past two years, we have used us as a shield. We say we can't avoid it westward, why?"

"Yes, at least this King of Yan will not treat us badly. When tomorrow morning, we will secretly drive back to Kaiyuan and let the Zhenbei Army drive over and cut off our rear."

"If we give him," a little nobleman who was not open-eyed made a gesture of holding a knife with his hands, "Come on, then give the head to the emperor, maybe the emperor will allow us to move westward"!

"Wu Enqi, why didn't I hear clearly what you said?" Hu Helu (Chen Tianxing) stepped to the little nobleman and asked in his eyes.

The nobleman named Wuenqi (loyalty) took a few steps back under Guantong's gaze and said, "I said I would kill him and give him to long live. I may not be able to move west to the Korqin grassland."

Hu and Lu snorted and asked everyone: "Everyone has heard it clearly. Wu Enqi suggested that we kill the guests in our sleep. Maybe the emperor will allow us to move westward. Anyone who hopes to support us in killing the guests and seeking credit should stand up and speak out."

The temperature in the tent suddenly dropped to freezing point. Several people hesitated for a moment, looked at Guan Tong's blue-cold face, and closed their mouths again. Several nobles around Uenqi quietly moved their steps outwards to avoid this ignorant guy.

"I, I, I just remind everyone not to forget that we are all Mongolians. Our ancestors told us to surround the Golden Family. Long live our lives and we can't let him down." Wu Enqi saw that no one supported him, and he was angry and said his inner thoughts loudly.

Several nobles who were hesitating just now nodded slightly when they heard this sentence, and slowly moved closer to Wu Enqi.

The footsteps were interrupted by Guantong's applause, and Lao Guantong's sneer appeared on his face: "Yes, right, we can't let it go, long live, he is the descendant of the Golden Family. Then, look outside the tent, can the Jinshan tribe who eat less and less and wear less and less clothes be disappointed at will?" Guantong pointed his hand through the glass outside the tent. Under the dark night, there were countless tents. These tents were already broken, and they had seen dense felt patches on them during the day.

Everyone couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and a few hesitant nobles took back the boots they had poked out. They were all nobles, with food and clothing, but the days when they ruled the herdsmen were indeed getting sadder day by day. Among the warriors who were injured, some died of poverty and illness.

"If we kill the guests, we only have a hope of moving westward. What the guests bring us is the promise of returning to Liaodong. You might as well compare which side is more confident. Besides, what should we do if we don't allow us to move westward? Are we able to resist the crazy revenge of the Zhenbei Army?"! Hu and Lu's best friend Bayin (a wealthy person) analyzed the pros and cons of the two choices for everyone.

"Besides, this person is not an outsider. He is the nephew of Lord Guantong, with at least half of the blood of the Mongols. It is also possible that he is the son of the late emperor, and he is also elected as the Khan." Alatanwula (Jinshan) looked at Guantong's face and spoke, and secretly cursed Wu Qigen's idiot in his heart. If Guantong was a easy-to-talk person, would he sit in the position of the Grand Marshal until now?

"If you want to leave, our shepherds must follow the Khan." Seeing that he was isolated, Wu Enqi stubbornly stubbornly and shouted at everyone: "Anyway, our tribe will not move eastward, our tribe swears to follow the Khan to the death."

"Someone is unwilling to be an eagle soaring in the sky, and insists on being a chicken begging for food in the grass. Then it is up to him. Wu Qien, go, we won't force you." Guan Tong's face became colder and colder, and he ordered in a calm voice: "Come here, prepare the horse for Wu Qien and send him home."

Wu Qien looked at everyone, sighed, turned around and stepped outside the tent. His mount had been led by the guards, and he flew over the horse. He had just left the tent for more than ten steps. A horse pole came from the darkness and firmly grabbed his neck, tighter and tighter...

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Chapter completed!